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The women at work were recently talking about the holidays and their husbands. Many of them have husbands who travel during the week, several others have husbands that work the night shift. The conversation they had was them bitching about the fact that their husbands had taken vacation time over the holidays, so they were home. I personally would have thought that would make them happy.
Seems I was wrong about that. They complained about having them under foot. They complained about their husbands wanting their attention, and god forbid, they had to have sex with them. They all voiced the fact that they liked it much better when their husbands were out of town as long as they left their credit cards behind. Hmmm...that doesn't sound right to me.
I did my best to avoid this conversation, cause I really didn't want to contend with the funny looks I knew I would get. I'm not one to agree with something just to fit in, so usually when these conversations happen I head for the hills. One girl put me on the spot by saying, "the secret to a long happy marriage is to to have your husband out of town for 5 days every week". She then looked directly at me and asked if I agreed. Of course, I didn't. I told her that may work for her, but that it wouldn't work for me. The whole group of women got very quiet and sorta just stared at me. End of conversation.
I remembered this conversation last night when my sister called me to get an update on our brother. My sister is a year older then me, we are nothing alike and have never been close. During the conversation she repeated to me something our mother had said to her that precipitated her saying, "sometimes you have to have sex with your husband when you don't want too. You do what you have to, to survive." Ummm...what?
These conversations make me seriously wonder if there is something wrong with me. I don't ever have sex to survive. I would never be happy if Musicman had to travel during the week, I don't care how many credit cards he left me. I don't have sex with my husband when I don't want too. I pretty much always want too. There are the rare occasions when I am tired and stressed and have a hard time getting my head into the game, but I still want too. Thank goodness Musicman always seems to know how to help me get my head in the game, so it usually works out very well.
I've found myself saying more then once in situations like the ones above, that I'm like a man when it comes to sex. If I'm breathing, I want it. Is it possible I'm the only woman in the world that thinks this way, or am I just associating with the wrong women? I like to think it's the latter.
It makes me laugh to think of their reactions if the really knew me and what my sex life consisted of. They would be way beyond appalled, they'd be horrified.
