Originally Posted by
GoatGirl 
He's spent the past 20 minutes scrabbling at the back of the sofa, occasionally blowing it kisses and then asking if it would take its pants down.
I finished watching tv, turned the heating off as usual, killed the lights and come to bed.
hugs, sounds like a discouraging night. So sorry. My heart sinks when the man I love drinks and turns into that stupid, gross idiot. drunk messages on my answering machine, or crawling under my couch crying, or grunting classical music to me while he bops me with his beer belly...and I think to myself..We are NOT in fourth grade...we're in our forties...ugh