I hate my husband for making s** a chore for me.
It's infuriating because I really enjoy s**. I'm like a pornstar in bed. I'm not saying that to brag, I just really love s**. But it's never enough for him. We could have s** 5 times in 1 day, and later that evening if he comes onto me, and I maybe want to DO SOMETTHING ELSE, I know I can prepare for a passive agressive tantrum. I really don't have a choice, even when he makes it seem like I do. I have to, and I have to seem like I'm really, really into it, or that's it. He's p*****, and he stays angry for days, (or untill I give up and essentially grovel for forgiveness just to stop the g****** argument.) I really hate him for making s** so stressful for me.