It was a good day.

Today was a good day. It started off rather shitty. I woke up sick, not wanting to get out of bed. I popped some vicoprofen, and got out the door. Called the wife on the way to work. I had the feeling that if I didn't I was going to be very angry. It largely worked. I felt pretty good after the call, and got down to work. She called me when she woke up. I started to get angry again. I sent a couple of mean texts, and then stopped myself in the middle of one of them and called her. We talked for a few minutes and I started to feel better. I still think she is being naive, but I don't care as much as I did. What really got me yesterday was, the last I talked to her we were doing really well. She was going to call me when she got home. I then spent a couple fucking hours getting her phone all set up for her, and she wont respond to my fucking texts. When I do finally get a hold of her shes going to the movies with some dude. Thats why I overreacted. Anyways after talking to her I felt a lot better. I still don't know if I'm gonna clean up. I really really want to fuck her every once in a while. I don't know if thats gonna ever happen again though, and even if it does I'm not sure that some amazing pussy once a month is enough to keep me clean. Well I guess I'll figure it out a little bit at a time. Regardless, today was a good day. Thats nice.