The Inference...

I just don't fucking get it...

I went halves in some smoko with one of the girls from work. C's a few years older than Me but we get along really well; two peas in a pod kinda stuff. We both like to smoke. And get on the piss. And root. And talk about it. We've become pretty good friends in only a short amount of time; she makes Me feel comfortable around her. There's no bullshit.

So C was at my house this afternoon. She'd just had her hair done and looked great; we all know how even the simplest of things can give us a boost. For Me; it's when I get my eyebrows waxed. Or even buying a new white t-shirt. It's nice to feel fresh. Like buying a new pair of white sneakers. Like I do every six or so months. Yesterday in fact.

Anyway; C was getting ready to leave when Hubby called. He was down at the Pub and asked what the chances were of Me picking him up.

'I've got a friend over. C from work. I've had a few. You can get a cab can't you? I've got Macca's. Or meatballs. Or hotdogs.'

Not a problem he Tells me.

He comes home just as I am walking C out to her car. We're laughing about my suspension from work; she's telling Me not to do it again because she's been missing Me at work. I introduce her to Hubby. He's as nice as pie.

She leaves. Hubby starts feeding Chopper and makes comment how 'washed out' C looked; meanwhile I'm dry-humping his leg. I looked at him with hot eyes. At the very least I know I was in a good mood and Didn't ask for what was to come.

'Actually She just spent three hours at the hairdresser. We were just talking about how doing little things for yourself was such a boost to the 'Self'.

Then; From out of Nowhere...

"Twink missed out. I rang the Poof and told him if he wanted; and Let's Admit It; he Is the single one- that there was heaps of chicks out at the Pub tonight. I had to sit with old men to avoid them. They asked me if I was single and I said that my girlfriend worked behind the bar. I pointed up to Bar Chick and She told me to wake up and that I was dreaming."

Me:Why did you say that for? That's just fucking Wrong.

"What? Can't You admit that girls find me attractive? Oh yes; I enjoy it. I don't deny that I don't enjoy the attention. But I don't lap it up like You do off everyone."

Me: Don't fucking make this about Me. Don't Fucking make this about me. Don't fucking make This about me.

"What are you arking up about now? That other girls like me. You don't like that other girls like me; do you?"

Me: Me? Tell me when- just Now- that I even mentioned being jealous about other girls liking you?

Nothing.

Me: I've Never even asked you to be monogomous. Why are we going through this Again? Last week- Remember- when you were telling Me about Why our relationship is Different from every other relationship we have. Because it's a sexual relationship. And we've been in it for a long time. It's a long time to be each other's Only Fuck. And isn't that what You said? That- for Whatever reason- we have made ourselves to be each other's sexual partner?

(NB That is true. I've never held him to be with Me exclusively. I would just hope and ask that he respect me enough to tell me before he put his then-poisoned cock in Me again. Fucking someone I could forgive him for; it's not the act itself. The betrayal would come if there was love or feelings involved. And He'd better love them more than Me if he's willing to fuck it All up over a root. The stupid thing is; I don't know why we fight when I believe that both he and I Are faithful to each other...)

"I don't wanna talk to you now. You just can't handle that other girls wanna be with me."

Me: You know what? This is about You.

I walked back into to the lounge room. Thought for a minute.

Me: So what is it? Seems to be you're a bit jealous that people might like Me more than you.You're the one who has to brag about attention they've gotten.

"Now you're just being a Nasty Bitch. I'm not speaking to you anymore."

Me: Then Don't.

Two minutes later; he spoke...

"I'm going to bed. Smoke it up, Baby"

(NB This was in reference to Me lighting a bong at the time. The Inference was that My smoking drugs are the cause of All our problems; though in Truth He would Not be clever enough to surmise this information for Himself...)

Me: I intend to.

Tomorrow He'll be at work. Little Son is going to Grandma's and I'm going to the Pub.

Lap up the attention, he reckons?

Why Not?

You know what? He might be able to pull a root; but I wonder how long those 'girls' he keeps telling me about would put up with how he speaks to people he supposedly cares for?

My guess is...

Not this long.