My 4th of July holiday wasn't all that great. Not this year, not this time no way I guess was that happening because it surely didn't. I spent it with my husband who had just recently that day July 4th gotten out of the hospital. He went in Monday, out on Wednesday back to work on Friday and he has the nerve to yell and fuss at me. Does he not realize if it weren't for me and my insurance he proably would have had a hell of a time. I'm sure they would have treated him way different. He had the nerve to call me a bad wife because I wasn't by his side the whole time he was there. Hell, if I do recall life still goes on. I had pets to tend to as well as myself which included getting me something to eat, a haircut, some sleep amongst trying to be there for him and visit him in the hospital. I don't know what he was thinking but I'm not that little old white lady that was with her husband the whole time he was in the hospital. I have things to do and my husband is not my entire life. This was not his first time and you know what, if he would slow down on his drinking and quit smoking than maybe he wouldn't be going through all of this but you can't tell him anything. He thinks smoking isn't connecting to anything. They may have changed his blood pressure meds to one single med, he may not be sleeping as long and he might have a little bit more energy but he still needs to change his lifestyle but I don't know anything because I'm not a Dr. but you would think he would want to change when his wife is almost half his age but I guess since he isn't having sex or anything near that construction I guess it doesn't matter. He probably won't be doing anything to get over excited every again and if it happens I guess we all know what to expect next time, a trip to the hospital. His heart starts this irregular heart beat, folks all over the place start freaking out, then after a day of meds it regulates out. Too bad the damn excitement isn't over me. It is because we were having a threesome the night before and guess the fuck what, he drinks too much, sound familiar? HE drinks too damn much anyway to begin with then to top it off he gets excited over some extra dick being in the room so he drinks even more. Not only was fun cut short due to his over excitement which is really cool but when you give it to me the next morning can't you slow down, take your time and such so your wife can also get off? I should be use to it by now but no one should ever get use to that. We have got to make some serious changes or this isn't going to work. I gotta put my foot down about my friends, me going out or us spending time apart and sex altogether. Either do me or let someone else do me that you know about.
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