Last night my wife took me out to dinner and a raunchy hilarious burlesque show for my birthday. We've been married 14 years. The evening was wonderful. We deci

Last night my wife took me out to dinner and a raunchy hilarious burlesque show for my birthday. We've been married 14 years. The evening was wonderful. We decided to stay out a little longer and had a disagreement over something I really don't know how it got this big but turned into an argument in the parking lot that could have ended with a short ride home and make up sex but since the car wouldn't start it turned into a really bad argument while we waited over an hour for roadside assistance to get there and jump start the car. This morning she rolled over and told me to fuck her and we had passionate intimate sex and it's like nothing happened but we're still both a little hurt but won't say anything about it until the argument boils over again and I still haven't hung the new light fixture in the half-bath and I have to pack for a business trip Tuesday and I dread packing so I'll drag her into it and she'll tolerate me, barely, and I don't know what this is or if it's how it should be but it's us and we love each other more than we hate each other and it's not that we're great for each other it's just that there's some kind of intersectionality in our individual dysfunctions and so here we are. I don't know shit about marriage and I'm glad the author is happy but I swear to fucking God that dog shit would drive me up the fucking wall so we have our thing and you have yours so let's just not judge each other or label each other's marriage.