Wes on Probation
Halloween last year was on a Friday night, and it was a disaster, or it started out that way. Here’s what happened. A friend of mine from Charleston who writes vampire novels set up a Halloween booksigning for both of us at my local Waldenbooks. We had done several booksignings together last year and had a blast. I usually don’t do Friday nights, but they’re good for her, so I went with it, even though Saturday afternoon is my market.
Well, she canceled on me like the day before. I’d already advertised the booksigning to my readers and fans, so I couldn’t back out. Argh!
Let me just say that was my first and last Friday night booksigning. The mall was crowded with nothing but clusters of teens (not my market). Then at 6:00 swarms of little kids descended on the mall with their parents. Mall management never warns the merchants when they’re going to advertise Halloween at the mall. In fact that mall is known for NOT doing Halloween for kids. But they did last year and caught all the merchants by surprise. So while the bookstore people were scrambling to find candy to give out to the kids. I packed up and left. I’d already been there for two hours and hadn’t sold a single book. Unheard of for me. I usually start selling books before I can even get my table set up. Yeesh! What a disaster.
Wes saved the day last year by taking me out to dinner and then fucking me to exhaustion when we got home. It was great. Oh, how I love my life! *lusty grin*
This year Halloween fell on a Saturday night, and I thought it was gonna be awesome. Wes had come home Friday night and surprised me by saying he wanted to go to the Halloween party at his bar. Huh? Wes hates Halloween and Halloween parties. He even hates handing out candy to the neighborhood kids, so I always do that. Yeah, I love it!
Anyway, we fooled around in the bathroom after Wes took a shower Friday night. While he gave me a few breast Os, we talked about going to the party, what we were wearing, how long we would stay, etc. He even said he would dance all the dances with me. Of course, that was after I offered to let some of the other guys dance with me. I know. I’m a generous soul. *wicked grin*
Wes had an early golf game on Saturday morning, so he left before I got up, since I sleep late on Saturdays. But he surprised me by coming home at 2:00 that afternoon.
“I forgot my phone this morning,” he says, dashing up the stairs. “By the way, what are we doing tonight?”
Huh?
“You said we’re going to the Halloween party at your bar,” I reply. “We talked about it last night. Don’t you remember?”
“I never said that.” He grabs his phone off the dresser and rushes back down the stairs. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to that party.”
“Wait a minute!” I exclaim. “It was your idea to go. We talked about it last night for at least 20 minutes.”
“I was drunk last night,” he says over his shoulder as he opens the front door. “I don’t remember any of that.”
“Wait! You can’t leave like this.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m going to that party,” he says firmly. “I’m in a hurry. I’ll see you tonight.”
Huh?
Okay, I’m basically a happy girl who adjusts to change quickly, so after a few hours I’m cool with not going to the party, even though I was really looking forward to it. But what I’m not cool with is the way he told me he wasn’t going. It was abrupt and mean.
Wes comes home at 5:30, limping. “My knee is killing me,” he grumbles. “I played too much golf this week.”
Duh!
He grabs an ice bag from the freezer and parks himself in his reclining chair to watch sports on TV. I sit on the arm of the chair for a minute and try to talk to him about his day, but he’s reallllly cranky and hardly says two words to me.
Okay, fine. Forget him, right?
I go back upstairs to my office and finish up on computer (I work all day on Saturdays). Then I come back downstairs, clean the litter boxes, wash a load of clothes, and make dinner. Wes is cranky and not in the mood to talk during dinner. Great. When I finish, I go upstairs and collapse on the bed with the kitties and an erotica novel. I’m in no mood to hand out candy to the kids, so I leave the porch light off. By now, I’ve decided this has got to be the worst Halloween ever.
I was wrong. It gets worse.
About 7:00 Wes come upstairs and jumps in the shower. Afterwards, he comes out of the bathroom, walks over to the bed, and looks down at me lying with the kitties, reading an erotica novel. “You need to dressed for the party,” he says.
“What?!” I exclaim, dropping the book. “You told me this afternoon there was no way in hell you were going to that party.”
“I did not,” he says, sitting down in his computer chair.
Okay, I lost it. Mini-meltdown time.
“I am so tired of you jerking me around like this!” I scream. “You said you weren’t going to the party when you came back for your phone, and you know it!”
“Okay, I vaguely remember that,” he admits. “We can go to the party for an hour if you like.”
Hey, have I suddenly entered the Twilight Zone, and no one told me???
“What about your knee?” I ask, glaring at him.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“What?!” I scream again. “All you’ve done since you got home is complain about your knee and hobble around like you can barely walk.”
“It feels fine now, so we can go to the party. I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“Too late!” I scream. “I hate your fucking guts! You’ve jerked me around about this party all day, and there’s no way I’m going with you. Argh!!!!!” By now I’m so mad at him I’m crying. Hey, no one plays with my emotions like that and gets away with it, ya know?
Wes panics and jumps up, gathering me into his arms while I cry my eyes out. “I’m so tired of being starved for affection,” I choke through the tears. “You’re such an Alpha asshole that you’re not even sweet to me.”
“I am so,” he protests.
“Hardly! What was the last sweet thing you said to me?”
Silence. Right. Well, it wasn’t any time today, was it? Later that evening I walk into the living room with a pad of paper and a pen while Wes sits in his reclining chair, watching sports on TV.
“Here.” I say, dropping the pad and pen in his lap. “I know you love me, and you do sweet things for me…sometimes (I had to qualify that). But I need more sweet words from you and PDAs (public displays of affection). So I divided this pad into two columns. On one side, write down all the sweet things you’ve said to me in the last week. On the other side, write down how many times you’ve said them this week.” I put my hands on my hips and grin wickedly. “You think you’re sweet to me all the time, right? Prove it on paper.”
Wes groans.
“I predict this is gonna be a verrrrrrry short list,” I say walking away.
I was wrong. Again. It was shorter than I thought. Like blank. That’s right. After thinking about it that night, Wes couldn’t remember a single sweet thing he’d said to me all week, so the list was still blank the next day. Panicked, he started backtracking fast. LOL
When we’re driving to lunch on Sunday afternoon (meaning he was trapped in the car with me), I say: “I know I sound like a broken record because I’ve been saying this all year. But I am soooooooo tired of being starved for affection. My marriage just doesn’t fit me anymore. I mean, I’m always in a good mood. I’m positive. I work my ass off. I’m oversexed and wanna fuck all the time. I work out and eat good and stay nice-looking for my age. I deserve to be appreciated.” I turn to him. “You’re lucky to be married to me. But do you know what I am right now? I’m an easy slut starved for affection. And that’s a verrrrry dangerous thing.”
Wes shivers when I say that. No kidding. And he should. It’s a scary thing for sure. LOL
That afternoon Wes wrote the first item down in the sweet-words column: “Do more PDAs. Laura likes those.” Then in the frequency column he wrote: “Day #1 of Probation.”
I guess it’s no surprise he’s still on probation. And I think it’s gonna last awhile. I’m definitely enjoying all the sweet things he’s saying to me and the PDAs. Yeah, I could totally get into this.
Stay tuned… *slutty grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
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November 6th, 2009 at 6:14 am
Hummmmmm….. I wonder what Wes would you if you suddenly up and moved out to a girlfriends place for a week? Saying since I'm not appreciated around here I'm looking for it else where….. I wonder if that would scare the alpha out of him for a while.
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Ja'niece
November 6th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
No doubt about it, Jan. He would toally freak. Too funny!!!
November 6th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
No doubt about it, Jan. He would totally freak. Too funny!
November 7th, 2009 at 6:00 pm
I know how you feel Laura! My ex was the same way. Unfortunately, he didn't change a thing, and now I'm much happier because I'm with a guy who really does love me and appreciate me, and understand my needs, wants, and desires, and gives them all to me. Wes sounds like a wonderful man who loves you very much. I know things will get better, girlfriend!
November 8th, 2009 at 3:17 am
Good for you. We desreve the best and nothing less will do!!
Yeah, he is back tracking fast (LOL). He loves me very much but tends to get too Alpha sometimes. I grew up in an emtionally, verbally, and physically abusive family. So as an adult I don't tolerate meanness. Wes has been very sweet to me ever since. He knows he messed up big-time. LOL
November 11th, 2009 at 8:24 pm
you have a very interesting life, mz. laura stamps. :]
November 11th, 2009 at 8:40 pm
That I do, Lisa. And I'm having waaaaaaay too much naughty fun! *wicked grin*