Dini's pre-teen hormones must have her travel schedule thrown out of whack, because she was not due to come visit Karen again for at least another 9 to 11 days.
Either that, or she just wanted to show up and ruin any romantic ideas we might have had for this weekend. Guess she was afraid that we might do something to ruin her 2:1 ratio of Aunt Flo visits to every one conjugal visit.
At least this explains why Karen was being so weird and snippy last night, when I took her shopping for Black Friday deals after I got off work. I couldn't figure her out last night.
A Friday night... a Date night... (By the way, she looked so good last night. Cute outfit, makeup, beautiful long red hair.... I mean, she looked GOOD. Had me so excited, feeling good, and turned on. Spent all night wanting to make out with her so bad.) We were out shopping and hitting some really great sales and deals... We both had a wonderful dinner (with dessert)...
But she kept getting really weird, and sometimes just downright mean. I couldn't understand what I was doing wrong. We should have been having a lot of fun, and by the time we got home I was downright exhausted and miserable.
Now, I know, it was all thanks to Aunt Flo.
I wish that Karen and Dini could get their cycles more aligned. You might say that I wouldn't want both females in the house ragging (raging) out at the same time; but the fact is that with them being on misaligned schedules, Karen's hormones are being thrown into a state of chaos. She is constantly moody and distant. She seems to swing between constant states of either being irritated or depressed. The hormone fluctuations are strong enough that they are overriding her happy pills, and I end up being the punching bag, hanging from a rope at the end of all that "mood swing" frustration that builds up inside of her.
I don't know how to compete with that. I'm trying to find ways to build and strengthen our relationship, and it seems like I'm constantly sabotaged by forces way beyond my control or ability to counteract. I can't win for trying. the closer I try to get to the love of my life, the further I feel like I'm being pushed away; and I don't understand why. What am I doing wrong?
I just want to give up. For right now, all I can do is sit down here in my stinky man cave and hide. I'd much rather be upstairs, sitting next to her, snuggled together in a blanket and enjoying each other's company. Or, at least some variant of that wishful thinking.