Andrew's Blog

I was sitting on my bed like I always do while Andrew was sitting on his side with his laptop. I glanced over there and what did my eyes behold? A blog. I had no idea he had a blog. So I asked him and got the name of it. I read it and burst into tears at the end. It was so raw and so real. Everything said in there was true--from him admitting to being an "asshole" to me being a mad cow. I wonder if being a shit is better than being an asshole. I wonder if being a bottom feedin' dirt bag is better than both. I dunno. All I know is that asshole sums his actions up and mad cow is actually a nicer way to sum my behavior up.
It was all true. More true than I'd like to admit. More true than moss growing on the north side of trees. Isn't that where moss grows? It's been a long time since I've seen any moss on a tree. Anywho, back to the subject at hand. I told Andrew some nice things last night after "doing it". I don't know if he still doesn't know how to take a compliment or if he's just too used to me spitting venom at him. At least I feel like saying something nice.

From reading his blog, it sounds to me like he needs a serious break or vacation from me, which is well-deserved. I've always suggested a strip club or party. He declines. If I get better, I'm going to rent a ho. whoops, I mean strippers (2) for him and make myself invisible.
We have an understanding about cheating. As long as he wants safe and uncomplicated wife cutchie, I'll be here, but if his hotdog ends up in someone else's bun, the wife cutchie us off the table and closed permanently. I think that's fair. I don't mind if he rubbernecks all day and puts his neck out doing so. Looking and doing somethig about it are two different things. I've had enough sex in my life to be this way. I hope he stays on board with it.
Nap time.