Work, Family, Love

There is one thing in this world that can really ruin somebody.  Stress.   Doesn't matter what is causing the stress: work, home, love.  It can really fuck somebody up.  Take THE BOYFRIEND.  A few weeks ago, I put stress on him by saying something really shitty, and there was no way that I could un-say it, even if I didn't mean it.  That fucked us up for a while.  And then when I think that he is finally over it, THE BOYFRIEND exhibits trouble keeping it up.  It could've been a combination of my err and work, or just work.  Either way, it was obvious that he was extremely stressed and the "issue" was not helping the matter either.

Friday rolls around, he gashes his head in (read the previous post for THAT traumatic event), I pass my test, we go see The Avengers and then finally fall asleep at his place.  Well, once we wake up and have sex, his family calls and keeps calling, basically demanding that he get down to Orlando for his cousin's college graduation party.  So, I came with; I didn't really want to be alone this weekend, plus my car gets better gas mileage.  His grandmother (the really demanding Italian woman from February) said she would pay for a tank of gas if he/we came.  And she did.  But overall that trip was miserable.  Nobody our age to hang out with; well, no one like us at least.  It was 30 years or more older, and 5 years or younger.  That was our choice.  What we really wanted to do was hang out at the tavern for a night.  But instead what we got was drunk and overbearing family, and what I got was some elderly man patting me on the ass before I actually met the guy.  So, yeah, he was stressed there too.  Not like we would've had sex, but it was definitely not a fun time for either of us.

And even though his previous girlfriends were all cool with his family, he somehow had the thought that I wouldn't be, because he kept saying thank you to me for being so patient.  But lordy, it's not like they're a bunch of crazies; just family that can be difficult, a lot of the time.  And, is it just me, or does that sound like not a compliment to me that he would think that?  I mean, granted I can be pretty stressed and worried  sometimes a lot but overall I just dont care enough to actually care.  Maybe he thought that because I didn't grow up in such an environment that I wouldn't be able to handle it.  Honestly, if I lived through 4 years of the db ex, I feel like I can handle anything.  Unless it has to do with the future, then I can't.

Sunday (today), when we got home, both got a shower since neither of us had a shower since saturday morning.  After the glorious shower, we had sex.  Amazing, hot sex that included collapsing into exhausted heaps on the bed afterwards.  We left for food and then Jacksonville since his truck was at my place.  I was extremely tired; so much that I was falling asleep while we were eating.  BUT instead of falling fast asleep when we got into bed, we had sex again.  Amazing, hot, glorious, exhausting sex.  When we finally could get control of our bodies again, THE BOYFRIEND exclaimed,

"I'm back!"
"It must've stress that was the problem."  

Looks like all the kinks have been worked out and I have my fabulous boyfriend back to the way we were.



Funny thing that happened Saturday after the party.  THE BOYFRIEND was peeling the label off his bottle of beer.  Someone saw him and said to him,

"You must be sexually frustrated."

I think I almost had a cow right then and there, but kept my outward cool very well I think.  Apparently, if you peel the labels off beer bottles that means you are sexually frustrated.  Never heard that before.  But his mother was there and she turned to me and just said,

"Joan..."

I turned bright red.  I mean, RED.  It wasn't that she was questioning whether he and I were having sex, it was more like,

"Why aren't you keeping my boy satisfied?"

I think that was the single most embarrassing moment I have ever had with a parent in my life.   So, when I was able to be alone with THE BOYFRIEND, I said to him,

"So, you're sexually frustrated?"
"Not really, no."
"I mean, sure there was the fact that we haven't really had much time alone in the past few weeks, what with our schedules, money issues, my classes/studying, etc.  But I didn't really think you were sexually frustrated."
"Well, there was all that, yes."

We dropped it after that because we were't going to be alone anymore.  Maybe he was and just didn't want to say it.  Nah, couldn't be.  We had sex before we left for the trip.  In fact, I was the one that initiated it.   Whatever.  Didn't really bother me too much, because I didn't really think too much about it after that.  Could he have been?  Has anyone ever heard of that before?  Eh, does it matter anyways?

Now, I just need to find an IT help desk job.  Anyone?  Yeah, didn't think so.