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Straight Female / 42
I Married A Neanderthal, But He's My Neanderthal Now
After a surprise marriage in Las Vegas to a coworker during a convention I faced my fate. He insisted on engaging in sex, not me, I wanted out. But he won, and I woke married and consummated. I flew home a married woman. And to a stranger as his wife.
I'm rule oriented and insisted on rules of engagement, he is a fly by the seat of his pants. I earned a lot less than him, but still had more savings than him. He had a messy apartment whereas mine was kept, decorated and nice. Moving him into my space was like bringing in a dog off the street. But I was going to be the wife, and he was going to be a husband, whether he wanted to or not.
My intimacy rule was simple. None. We were married, but not really. He had to prove himself. But that consummation moment was also a conception moment, so we were staying married, at least until after this baby was born.
Things went from bad to worse, his wild times weren't over. I nested, prepared my apartment to receive my son. Had I had a girl I may not of insisted on him staying, being a man and father. Intimacy happened, but it was never my call. He did not go to church with me, the closest I got was being dropped off and picked up. That and I did all the laundry. A woman's work is never done.
So here I am, fifteen years married, a fourteen years old boy and a nine year old sister. He earns near double what I earn, and I'm the Suma Cum Laude. I do all the laundry, and manage the house. He took my son deer hunting this last hunting season. He drives an F 250 and I drive a Honda Accord. He has a gun safe, I have a drawer for my j*welry. We have date night once a year, on our anniversary.
Intimacy is his call, the other way didn't work at all. A woman gets used to a man, his smell on the pillow. Once in a while when he wants something he helps with the dishes. For our fifteen year anniversary we are going back to Las Vegas.
I'm rule oriented and insisted on rules of engagement, he is a fly by the seat of his pants. I earned a lot less than him, but still had more savings than him. He had a messy apartment whereas mine was kept, decorated and nice. Moving him into my space was like bringing in a dog off the street. But I was going to be the wife, and he was going to be a husband, whether he wanted to or not.
My intimacy rule was simple. None. We were married, but not really. He had to prove himself. But that consummation moment was also a conception moment, so we were staying married, at least until after this baby was born.
Things went from bad to worse, his wild times weren't over. I nested, prepared my apartment to receive my son. Had I had a girl I may not of insisted on him staying, being a man and father. Intimacy happened, but it was never my call. He did not go to church with me, the closest I got was being dropped off and picked up. That and I did all the laundry. A woman's work is never done.
So here I am, fifteen years married, a fourteen years old boy and a nine year old sister. He earns near double what I earn, and I'm the Suma Cum Laude. I do all the laundry, and manage the house. He took my son deer hunting this last hunting season. He drives an F 250 and I drive a Honda Accord. He has a gun safe, I have a drawer for my j*welry. We have date night once a year, on our anniversary.
Intimacy is his call, the other way didn't work at all. A woman gets used to a man, his smell on the pillow. Once in a while when he wants something he helps with the dishes. For our fifteen year anniversary we are going back to Las Vegas.
