Being married really wasn't the trip I thought it'd be.
I really hate admitting it, but there was some parts about Madsen's paranoid ranting when I first proposed he was right about. It was pretty easy hiding the job, sometimes I almost think it's too easy. So that's really not the problem.
The problem, is that I'm abso-freakin'-lutely bored. I love Carly, otherwise I sure as hell wouldn't have proposed in the first place and put myself through this much crap to make sure everything went smoothly for us. But... I don't know. I can't even explain it, because I don't know when or how the hell it happened.
We're not having sex. Just... period. I'm practically afraid to kiss her like I used to, because she never seems to want it. When she's around. On my days off, she's always busy. On her days off, when I'm busy, she doesn't actually say anything, which is why I stopped saying something
( ... )
Thanks for the details Sam, I really feel close to you when I'm given such a lengthy explanation of your day. I can't share much, it doesn't mean that Sam should be as quiet about his work as I am. I have an damn good excuse, he has none.
"Thats good."
"Tonya told me you called, sorry I missed it, I was busy."
I don't know if I believe that. At this point I'm starting to think that she tells him it's me and he just doesn't want to pick up. He hardly ever talks to me anymore, and when he does it's nothing that could be considered holding a conversation. The words come easily enough, but there's nothing to them.
"Don't worry about it. It wasn't important."
It never is.
"How was your day?""It was good. I tried out some new sales techniques
( ... )
"It was good. I tried out some new sales techniques."
"Nice." I'm just freakin' riveted. I should go get that twelve gauge and shoot myself with it. But not before telling her everything. How I'm a professional killer, who goes around the world killing whoever I'm told to in generally whatever way I want. How I can actually fight.
And how her cooking is complete crap.
"I picked up the latest book for the club on my way home; Ladies of Garrison Gardens. I think I'm going to start it tonight."
The book club. Another thing that just isn't her. Does she do this for kicks to torture me? I'll personally tell her better methods of torture, if that's the case. I got into this marriage still retaining bits and pieces of myself, aside from my job.
She's someone completely different. Period.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. We're having pot roast."All I need is the salad. Why can't it just be the salad? God damn it. "Great." I pulled another smile, wondering how in the hell I can keep doing it after five years. There's gotta be
( ... )
"Honey, I just got a call from Media Planning. They need me to look over a new print ad before they start negotiations in the morning."
"Oh." Gee. How horrible. Leave now so I can throw out the crap you made and order a pizza. I love you, but get out. Take your time. If I'm lucky, I'll get an assignment while you're gone. And it'll be something big, so I can get my kicks. "Okay."
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you soon, I promise."
Sure you wi--...
That was new.
"You better not wait up, I don't know how long this is going to take."
"... Sure." She'll be gone all night. That's nothing new. I reallly should be more bothered by that. I'm still trying to figure out where the hell the kiss came from though, so I don't need to think about the rest just yet.
"I'll see you in the morning.""Yeah, okay." I nodded, and finally snapped out of it. She probably did that to screw with my head, lovely woman that my wonderful freakin' wife is. Why else would she do it? I bet there would have been more, but she's probably too afraid of ruining
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Being married really wasn't the trip I thought it'd be.
I really hate admitting it, but there was some parts about Madsen's paranoid ranting when I first proposed he was right about. It was pretty easy hiding the job, sometimes I almost think it's too easy. So that's really not the problem.
The problem, is that I'm abso-freakin'-lutely bored. I love Carly, otherwise I sure as hell wouldn't have proposed in the first place and put myself through this much crap to make sure everything went smoothly for us. But... I don't know. I can't even explain it, because I don't know when or how the hell it happened.
We're not having sex. Just... period. I'm practically afraid to kiss her like I used to, because she never seems to want it. When she's around. On my days off, she's always busy. On her days off, when I'm busy, she doesn't actually say anything, which is why I stopped saying something ( ... )
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Thanks for the details Sam, I really feel close to you when I'm given such a lengthy explanation of your day. I can't share much, it doesn't mean that Sam should be as quiet about his work as I am. I have an damn good excuse, he has none.
"Thats good."
"Tonya told me you called, sorry I missed it, I was busy."
I don't know if I believe that. At this point I'm starting to think that she tells him it's me and he just doesn't want to pick up. He hardly ever talks to me anymore, and when he does it's nothing that could be considered holding a conversation. The words come easily enough, but there's nothing to them.
"Don't worry about it. It wasn't important."
It never is.
"How was your day?""It was good. I tried out some new sales techniques ( ... )
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"Nice." I'm just freakin' riveted. I should go get that twelve gauge and shoot myself with it. But not before telling her everything. How I'm a professional killer, who goes around the world killing whoever I'm told to in generally whatever way I want. How I can actually fight.
And how her cooking is complete crap.
"I picked up the latest book for the club on my way home; Ladies of Garrison Gardens. I think I'm going to start it tonight."
The book club. Another thing that just isn't her. Does she do this for kicks to torture me? I'll personally tell her better methods of torture, if that's the case. I got into this marriage still retaining bits and pieces of myself, aside from my job.
She's someone completely different. Period.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. We're having pot roast."All I need is the salad. Why can't it just be the salad? God damn it. "Great." I pulled another smile, wondering how in the hell I can keep doing it after five years. There's gotta be ( ... )
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"Oh." Gee. How horrible. Leave now so I can throw out the crap you made and order a pizza. I love you, but get out. Take your time. If I'm lucky, I'll get an assignment while you're gone. And it'll be something big, so I can get my kicks. "Okay."
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you soon, I promise."
Sure you wi--...
That was new.
"You better not wait up, I don't know how long this is going to take."
"... Sure." She'll be gone all night. That's nothing new. I reallly should be more bothered by that. I'm still trying to figure out where the hell the kiss came from though, so I don't need to think about the rest just yet.
"I'll see you in the morning.""Yeah, okay." I nodded, and finally snapped out of it. She probably did that to screw with my head, lovely woman that my wonderful freakin' wife is. Why else would she do it? I bet there would have been more, but she's probably too afraid of ruining ( ... )
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