She went to the folk gathering. Brought the chili. Came back with empty containers. At least the effort wasn't wasted.
I'm still kind of pissed though.
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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.
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