I usually go to sleep an hour or two after my husband. Well tonight I wanted to get frisky (I'm coming up on peak fertility) so I made it a point to do all of my little chores and shower and get all perfumed and smelly goody early so I would catch him before he went to bed. I put on a nightgown and no panties, we get into bed I let my ass show like how us girls do, you know, *hint hint*. Then he starts talking about a used car he saw and why it's a good idea to get. And then he asks if he can use my car tomorrow leaving me stuck at home with no car for the fourth time in a week. I tell him let's not talk about stressful things in bed and talk about it tomorrow, again...*hint hint*. But then he says do I have plans on Friday because his mom said we need to take her and his sister (she can't drive right now) somewhere 40 minutes away but doesn't know why. Then he goes back to how he needs to figure out what he's doing ASAP with the car. I push it off again and drape my leg over him and he proceeds to start stroking it and calling me "Brutus the Barbarian" and making fun of my leg hair (I mean I haven't shaved in like five days or so but still). That was the final straw. I fight to get my leg back while he holds on to it thinking it's funny because I'm just done at that point and I want to roll over and leave him to pass out and for me to cry out of frustration and being upset. I guess I cry easily too so idk if that's even worth mentioning. But it all felt like shit. I get in bed ready to basically S his D and get some sexy time in and it ends in him telling me how he needs a car, and he needs to use my car again and I need to drive his sister and mom around again for the umpteenth time and then he finishes it off with calling me "Brutus the Barbarian". Yay for sexual frustration, stress and going to bed upset and distant since he can read when I'm bothered. Ugh 😒