Tomorrow is my 35th birthday and today AF arrived. Instead of a cute Christmas Pinterest worthy pregnancy reveal to my husband he's feeling the full force of my red Christmas.

You're probably thinking, "Aww try to be nice, it's the holidays and he's probably disappointed too. Just talk to him..."

WRONG! The 42 year old man child I'm married too, who insisted we tcc for the last several months, refused to have sex for the last month because every time I tried he was "too tired," "ate too much," " let's do it tomorrow" or -my favorite: "I just got a migraine." 

He declared that our 4 year old NEEDS a sibling and then rejects me all the damn time.

He's been asking me what I want for my birthday and I reply nothing because what I really fkn want to to go out, drink wine, and then come home and have crazy sex. Do I say that, hell no because he'll recoil in horror at my being so forward and then he'll tell me I put way too much pressure on him. JUST SAYING ID LIKE TO HAVE SEX IS PUTTING TOO MUCH PRESSURE ON HIM! I'm not exaggerating. He says that to me. 

I can't ask for it because it's not "spontaneous" and I can't come on to him because I get flat out rejected. 

Have you ever been rejected, while completely naked, by the man you're married to? 

Soooo, what are we doing for my birthday--not that 35 year olds birthday is a reason to do anything--we're going to see Star Wars.

Star. Wars. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the franchise and I fully support my husbands life long affair with the whole entirety of the Star Wars universe. But, just for the next 24 - 48 hours I feel like being the biggest raging you know what on the planet.

I won't of course. I'll vent here and then do my fkg duty as wife and step parent and silently wish I was in bed wearing a stadium booze helmet that I can sip wine out of while stuffing my face with endless amounts of holiday treats, both salty and sweet. Binge watching all the Christmas episodes of Greys Anatomy and petting my cats.