Jean

I hadn't been in the mood to make love for several days. Usually I was always the one in the mood, and my husband wouldn't be in the mood; this time, our positions were reversed. I knew he was interested because he kept grabbing me every time I walked by. He was never one for subtlety. He was never one for being smooth. If all he could do was smack me on my ass, he'd do it. If he could grope a boob, or grab my leg, he'd do that too.

I usually didn't mind in the least, only because he was so seldom horny, I enjoyed the attention. This time, though, I just wasn't in the mood, I was in a bad mood, and didn't want to be man-handled in any way, especially not by a man!

Of course, typically, I just got upset and yelled, instead of just telling him to back off. So Jean's feeling frustrated and sexually unsatisfied, and I'm depressed because I was a bitch to him, again!

So of course, we snap at each other, for the rest of the afternoon. So much for a calming, relaxing day off together.

By this point, hubby was walking on eggshells, trying not to upset me. And I'm upset because he's on eggshells, not relaxing, and not being himself. Frustrating to say the least, and typical of our relationship more often than not.