My wife is disabled. Much of the time, there isn't enough space between the pain and drugged insensibility for loving sex. This blog is a diary of our journey. Or just a place to shout. This will not likely entertain you. For that, see my links.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
I swear, it's like living with a fourteen year old.
"I don't think name-calling is appropriate."
I had to say that to her today, with regard to disciplining the recalcitrant daughter. What kind of fucked-up marital relationship includes things like that? Faugh.