I've become the family dog!  

wantitnow309 59F
37 posts
6/14/2006 7:36 pm
I've become the family dog!

I missed him. I really did, or at least i thought I did, until he walked in through the door from his 3 day trip. There it was! The friendly peck on the lips and the swift short hug around the shoulders. No pulling closer with bodies touching intimately, no long lingering kiss, no tight squeeze of the body, no sweet nothing in my ear. Just a, "hi, I'm home and what's for dinner? You are cooking tonight, right? I'm tired of eating out!" reply as he landed on the couch with the remote in one hand and a glass of iced tea in the other, which i gave him (at his request).
And there I stood, imagining. I could see our dog before she died, jumping up and down at the sound of the door opening. Wagging her tail gleefully at us as we came inside,barking and whimpering for attention. Then I saw myself, in that same spot, waiting at the door, hoping and
shifting my weight from one foot to the other for some acknowledgment, some attention, a pat on the head, maybe a bone. Anticipating the appearance of the king at his castle, and me, the handservant ever waiting to fulfill his every need. Have I gone crazy?!
Sooo, I did what every handservant does, I cooked dinner and it was one of his favorites. Steak with sauteed onions, peppers and mushrooms, parmesan crusted potatoes and brocoli in a butter and garlic sauce. I watched him take every bite and as he sat back filled to the gills, he patted my hand and said "great meal" then got up and sauntered into the family room for his usual routine of televison watching. I sighed, cleared and did dishes.
There I go, the disappointed dog. The dog who waits joyfully for her master to come home,only to be rewarded with a slight pat on the head and then told to go lie down, she's being annoying.
I could see me crawling into the basket and putting my head down and looking up, watching my master as he sits down, hoping he will call me over to sit with him and pat me and rub me and tell me I'm beautiful and wonderful. But, it doesn't happen. I sit dutifuly by, longing for that touch, hoping to be part of his world, knowing I will never be and sighing and longing for the better days when love was fresh and new and we could't get enough of each other and the dishes waited.
But ,wait, there's a surprise twist. Did I want to go to the driving range with him as he hit balls! Did I? Yes, yes! I jump at the chance. Throwing down the dish towel, run a comb through my hair and checking my shirt for food stains. Good! Nothing there! Let's go! The master is waiting! We're going to play together today! Oh, I'm so excited! We get in the car and go and I am happy.All during the time out, we talked and joked and laughed. We got icecream and talked some more. Then we came home andit ended there! The dog was happy! She had her master all to herself! She remembers the old times and is so thrilled she got out to play with him once more! She doesn't want it to end and wants to stay and play more, or even continue the game when they come home, but it doesn't happen.
She's back to her basket and he's back on the couch with remote in one hand and a pillow in the other.
She sighs a deep longing sigh and wishes that thngs could be as they were a long time go when love was new and exciting and fun!
Now, here I sit, in my room ,typing on the computer, looking at him from two rooms away, watching him as he snoozes contentedly on the couch, the remote dangling from his hand. He's content, he's happy, he says there's nothing wrong and I am crazy! Our marriage is fine and I am thinking crazy thoughts. He doesn't know what's gotten into me but he wishes it would go away. He doesn't know what to make of this woman who is asking questions about his sexual desires and what can she do to make it better. What can she do to make him want more? She would do anything to make it better. "Just tell me!" I want to scream at him. "Help me make this marriage work!" But he pats me on the head and shakes his head gently and tells me everything is fine, he's content and I am being a very very bad dog!!!

RockPebble 70M
2493 posts
6/16/2006 12:47 pm

Poor baby, I don't have any ideas on how to get through to him.

sweetbiscuit2 62M

6/16/2006 2:50 pm

write the book...you have enough material...

Title: "No more bad dog"

as for your husband...pat him on the head and ask him what is he making for dinner or where are you two going out for dinner. If he says no where, tell him you'll be right back and then go to your favorite eatery. Bring him home a TV dinner.

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