I've been kicked to the top bunk, the equivalent of the couch. My woman and I had a little disagreement over.....you guessed it, sex.
I was actually quite mature about the whole thing, I shut up and moved to the top bunk.
Not so many years ago I would have booted her cute ass right out the fucking door in a heart beat.
I'm older now, sober, clean, and a lot more docile in some ways, I just don't have the jam to scrap about that stuff anymore.
I'm still pissed off though, maybe I'll torture her tomorrow for awhile.
Sorry I haven't written, I couldn't, no time, zip. I work my ass off every day, plus there's always some fucking crisis I have to deal with.
I have a lot to say and write when the end of the season finally get's here.