Getting married caused a lot of stress in our lives. Rick refuses to let me work, and even with a new town home (in a low income area) and bills racking up he refuses to budge.
It dampers our relationship and puts a strain on us emotionally, and sexually. He’s constantly working. The stress makes it hard for him to be affectionate. You see where this is going.
I am a good girl. And a good wife. I tried for weeks to cater to him. Every morning I sucked him dry. When he came home late, I put my needs to the side and sucked him dry. We’ve had sex once in our new home, when we first leased it, and it’s been a little over a month. Which brings me to the present.
Next door there is a group of hooligans. Young guys, maybe college, I’m not sure, but there’s a lot of traffic and a lot of parties. Rick is a little on the racist side, and I feel he is intimidated because I get a lot of attention from black males. I’m fit. But I’m thick. I get the cat calls and to be brutally honest, their lack of respect for my husband is intriguing.
Sometimes I watch them play basketball out back for hours, like a stalker.
Yesterday when Rick went off to work in his usual pissed off mood (he brushed my affection off, they were out back all night causing ruckus) I tried to go back to sleep. An annoying buzz kept me awake, and it took a while but I decided to go and investigate. It took me a while to find the source, but a cell phone was sitting on the steps of my back porch ringing off the hook. Thinking someone might be trying to find it I answered it. “Hello?” A female voice immediately responded, rude as all hell with a ” who the fuck is this?! ” ” I found this phone on my back porch..” I couldn’t even finish before it hung up. I went back in and pulled on some leggings, then went out the front and knocked on the neighbors door to no avail. Back inside I wrote a note explaining that I found the phone, and if they knew who it was then they can knock on my door and come get it. I went back in and sat the phone on the table then jumped in the shower.
Drying off and pulling a satin robe (it matches my thongs) around myself I put the coffee pot on and went into the living room.