The meeting was fine. I have to pass a ton of xxx places to get there, which is not a big deal anymore. I don’t even notice them most of the time but last night, I did. The meeting was good and I got the chance to give some (hopefully) helpful feedback to someone. I got home late and promptly started fighting with my husband. I had some awful nightmares and in the morning; well, sometimes sex is great and sometimes it isn’t, whether you’re a sex addict or a “normie.” When it’s not so great, I have a tendency to resent that I can’t just smile my own smile.
Poor me. Misplaced anger and intimate sexual satisfaction just don’t go together.