The problem is, the vivid movie screen inside my head has no OFF switch. People admire how my mind conjures up pictures and directs my hands to reproduce them on canvas. A moment after that he appeared red-faced in my bedroom doorway, his long-armed, long-legged magic underwear with the special marks twisted hurriedly on. There were 14 steps, which meant he was taking them two at a time. The subtlety of my approach paid off, as evidenced by the fact that now all I heard was crickets.Ī moment later there was another sound. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP, went my foot. In other words, I was going to have to stomp lots of times and lots louder. In a moment like this, I would need to call upon all that I had learned throughout my life and my marriage about effective interpersonal communication with my spouse. I marched to the center of the room and stomped on the floor.įrom - if you’ll pardon the expression - the mounting crescendo in the room beneath my feet, I could tell that my one meager stomp had had no effect. I desperately sought inspiration for the right way to handle this delicate situation. It was bad enough feeling burned at the cumming of my husband. After all, I sure as hell didn’t want to be burned at the coming of Jesus. Something dignified, that wouldn’t cause the Holy Ghost to flee our home. Something befitting the righteous, meek, and humble Handmaid of the Lord that I strived to be. But did he have to do it there, right under the room where I was trying to sleep, where I was trying to ignore the whole thing, where I was trying to pretend that it didn’t shred my heart anew each time, where I was trying to pretend that I believed it was God’s will, where I was trying to pretend that it didn’t bug me that at just 17 my sister-wife was a full 16 years younger with way bigger boobs, and did he have to scream loud enough for God, angels, all the neighbors, any spacecraft that might be passing by the planet - and me - to hear it whether or not we wanted to? It was one thing for him to have sex with another wife in my house.
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