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"I&amp;#039;m pretty irked. It&amp;#039;s Saturday night. I should be watching a DVD with Rex. Maybe even playing a dumb computer game which I really don&amp;#039;t like but am trying really really (did I mention REALLY) hard to enjoy because it&amp;#039;s important to him. Note: Any naysayers out there, don&amp;#039;t even get me started on, &amp;quot;Well, with an attitude like that, why bother learning?&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;ll have you know that I keep up a game face while fighting demons, both on the computer and in my own little brain. Doing stuff for Rex is part of married life and I do so whole heartedly. But I am less than joyful about this next part. You see, Rex isn&amp;#039;t one to go out much. Me? I&amp;#039;d party 24/7. I have learned, however, that instead of wallowing in self-pity that he isn&amp;#039;t my mirror image, to instead appreciate what he does offer me. He is honest, loves the hell out of me and the kids, is stable (which one can never underestimate in either this crazy economy or raising a family) and lets me be my own person. So he doesn&amp;#039;t want to go to an art museum opening? Big whoop. I&amp;#039;ll go alone. And no, I don&amp;#039;t feel bad. Because if it weren&amp;#039;t the social thing with him, it would be some other shtick with someone else. All relationships have something that don&amp;#039;t ever change. Acceptance is HUGE. I&amp;#039;m mad now because I&amp;#039;ve worked really hard at accommodating his needs. He wants a routine work night? Fine, let&amp;#039;s have dinner at 5:30, put the kids down at 6:30 and chat/have sex before bed. Is scheduling my nature? No. But it&amp;#039;s actually worked out splendidly for me. I write during the day and focus on the family in the evening. I am genuinely happy with Rex&amp;#039;s the gift of time management. My hubby enjoys unwinding on Sunday evening with the family. I agree - lovely! But you know what? Life happens sometimes. I told him THREE times that this Sunday I&amp;#039;m going to a concert with my sister. Just like once in a rare while he goes off alone to battle online monsters with the guys. We respect that we can&amp;#039;t fulfill each others&amp;#039; needs 100%. It&amp;#039;s rarely a problem. But tonight... oh tonight. He forgot my big event. He remembered the, &amp;quot;I have nothing planned for you&amp;quot; part, but didn&amp;#039;t hear the &amp;quot;I have something planned for me&amp;quot; part. He got frowny.. &amp;quot;You know what?&amp;quot; I started in on the toy strewn couch, &amp;quot;I hate that you make me feel guilty. I didn&amp;#039;t moan when you hung out with the guys Friday.&amp;quot; Before I was done he stood up calmly and said, &amp;quot;Today was lovely. I don&amp;#039;t want to ruin it with this.&amp;quot; And off he went to the living room to read his book in peace. Story continued Monday. Let&amp;#039;s just say it won&amp;#039;t involve sex. If you want that, skip right ahead to Friday&amp;#039;s make-up sex post. (Hopefully.) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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