I had sex with my husband last night, even though I’m angry with him. I don’t know why I do this. I wish I could be like this woman I know who held out for two months (TWO MONTHS!) until her husband agreed to let her loser brother and the brother’s loser girlfriend move in.
She waited until they were undressed to reveal, “This is probably the last sex you’ll get, because I think my brother and his girlfriend might try to watch, and I’m not into that.”
Reduce, Recycle, Reuse the family cat
So why was I angry? I asked him to do three things.
- Empty the dishwasher.
- Take out the recyclables.
- Make sure the girls get baths.
He did only one, and only because the oldest stood naked in the living room, licked her hands and said, “Look, Daddy! You don’t have to wash me now, I’m taking a bath just like Noodles!” (Noodles is our family cat. You can read more about her here and here).
So our daughters would not be covered in saliva embedded with cracker crumbs and, um, cat hair (the little one didn’t quite understand the concept of self grooming, and consequently, gave the cat a few swipes with her tongue), my husband herded them into the bathtub. They proceeded to splash water on the floor until he finished reading this week’s copy of Sports Illustrated.
I’m not sure how other married couples deal with this issue, but my sister got married last August, and she likes to give me marital advice over the phone, her voice authoritative with the six months of expertise she has under her belt.
“This is what you should do–” she begins, and I cut her off.
“I didn’t call to get advice. I called just to vent.”
She continues, as if I had not spoken. ”You should just not have sex. Then when he asks why, you say,
Refer to this illustration the next time you are putting forks away.
‘You put the forks in the silverware drawer wrong!’ Voila! Problem solved.”
“Oh, that’s just stupid. Withholding sex is stupid, and being upset about which way the forks face in the drawer is stupid.”
“It isn’t stupid to you. Anyway, I don’t know how you can have sex when you’re angry. I can’t stand the sight of my husband when we fight.”
The thing is, I can have sex when I’m angry. It’s like the part of my brain that wants to have sex isn’t even aware of the part of my brain that wants all the forks facing the same way.
“Just so you know, ” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans with one hand and unclasped my bra with the other, “I’m still mad about the recyclables.”
“The recyclables?” He’s confused as he hops out of his pants.
“Yes! The recyclables!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t put the recyclables out last night! Now they’ll be here until the next pick up!”
“Oh, yeah,” he says, pulling me down onto the bed with him. ”The recyclables.”
See? I’m hopeless.
You can read more of my thoughts on sex as a weapon in this post Bread and Roses (and No Sex).
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Tagged: angry sex, Idle Warship, NaBloPoMo, Noodles, recycling, risk, sex as a weapon
The theme for March on NaBloPoMo is risk, so I’m risking divorce here by sharing more about my sex life than my husband would probably like to see on the internet . . .
I absolutely loved this! Thank you so much for sharing.
Thanks. This blog is ostensibly about sex (but it rarely is, and even when it is, sex is only mentioned in the most tangential way) so after a lot of Not-About-Sex posts, I felt I had to write something about sex, if only to maintain my street cred.
Married life sounds fun so far! Also, is that you cat in that picture of a cat? CUTE!
Oh, all you singles are missing out on the joys of marital sex.
I can’t stay mad at my boyfriend, either. He said something last night that pissed me off… But I can’t remember what it was now. (Withholding, not successful.)
Yep. I always lie there afterwards and wonder, “Now, what was I mad about?”
I never really understood the withholding sex punishment that some women do. Doesn’t that also mean the wife isn’t having sex too? Unless I’m missing part of the equation.
Yes, the part of the equation you’re missing is that some men are lousy at sex, so withholding it is no loss
I guess that’s a reason for some.
“I didn’t call to get advice. I called just to vent.”
Shouldn’t she know this? Isn’t this woman code, like it’s in the instruction manual or something? I even eventually learned this.
Great, funny post.
Let’s not talk too much about the put the kids in the bathtub for some secret downtime thing. I don’t want this to be known. It’s my new move. I get credit for doing something, and I get to read a book. Just draw some water, put in some soap to make bubbles, and then grab a book and let the kid enjoy the bath.
Paul (paulliadis.com/blog)
lol! Glad you enjoyed. I always expect new followers to immediately jump ship when I say something wildly inappropriate (like start a post with the phrase, “I had sex with my husband last night”).
It’ll take more than that to offend me. That is a challenge
Withhold sex? You mean women actually do that? What’s wrong with them?
Again, thanks for the laugh.
Some women just have more willpower than you and I!
I guess don’t ask him to do anything.. OR promise HIM a whopping super sexy time if he can do those three things.. call it bribery. or tell him you are going to to do (insert naughty thing) during your sexy time. OR possibly ask him what he can do around the house and split the difference. The girls are creative.. preening themselves like noodles.
I’m single and I am not dating anyone so I don’t have this problem because as particular as I am about my household, i.e. laundry, dishwasher loading, and silverware stacking.. I have home-filed advantage.
I wish I were more like you! When I get angry, I stay angry for a looong time. And when I am angry, the last thing on my mind is sex. Which is rubbish because I know that if I had sex I would stop being angry…
I’m probably an outlier on this issue–my sister is the same way as you. And she really knows how to hold a grudge.
Boy, does this sound familiar! Withholding sex would be as much a punishment for me as for him.
Ain’t that the truth
Ok. my hubby sleeping
Laughin’ though. Thanks! My motto, never use something as a weapon that can be turned on you. …. um well 
Glad you liked.