He's got four days
Four days from now will be the six-month anniversary of the last time my husband got on me. We talked, we went to counseling, we argued, I bitched, we talked more, and still nothing. So in four days, if he hasn't stepped up to the plate, I'm going to go get a man who will step up to the plate. I even have him picked out. One of my bosses at the company I work for has been wanting to do me ever since the day I came there for my interview. I've even talked to him about it (and made out with him, just a little) and he's already said that if nothing happens for me by Wednesday, he has a room booked for us at an elegant hotel just outside the city, away from prying eyes and nosy spouses (mine and his), and we'll go there just after lunch that day and check in and spend the afternoon and evening f****** like wild, crazed animals. He wants a long-term fling, which would be okay, but right now all I really need is a lot of relief and release to clear my head, and he's close and easy and so I'm going to let him get on and see if he can stay on. It's been so long for me that I'm afraid I'll hurt him by f****** too hard or too long or too much. My husband has had plenty of chances, but he's about to strike out, and then it's time for the next batter.