That would be the sigh of a woman who is feeling rejected from her husband. I'm grateful that Blogspot had scheduled down time last night. Had I actually been able to publish my post last night....it would not be pretty. To keep this short and sweet, as it is just me bitching, I will get to the point. Rick left his mark in the office last night. He was in there for two hours 'playing a new computer game'. I would have had no idea, at least not last night, had I not gone in there to check my email. I immediatly felt hurt, rejected, sad, you name it. When his hand is so good to him, he doesn't seek me out. Humor me and answer me this. When you masturbate, are you not letting go of sexual tension? I would trade every time I've ever masturbated, if it could have been replaced with a partner. Am I being silly? When I went back into the bedroom, as we were going to bed, I asked, "So what else were you looking at on the computer?" "What do you mean? I was just playing (insert game here). I got disconnected alot, but thats all I was doing. Why?" "Wow," I add, "That really must have been an exciting game! I had no idea." Confusion followed by, "What do you mean? Whats wrong?" Somewhere between there I told him that I felt rejected. He got close and continued asking what was wrong, finally adding, "Tell me what I did so I can never do it again." To that I laughed. "Yeah right." And that was that. I hope he was playing dumb, because surely he knew. BLECH!!! Boys are yucky!!