Wow. This is my first post in nearly TEN YEARS. I don't even have anything more to add to that exclamation! NOTE: This is not good writing. It's not good anything. This is a word/emotions-main break, and there's no plumbers available. It's also kind of PG-13. It's curious how much sex can affect our moods. It's got admin privileges of the sliding spectrum that is emotion! Christmas 2018, both my fiancé and I were too busy. He was working 6 days a week, and I had average hours but a taxing commute and my department was working on a huge acquisition. We had our weeknight evenings in, but we were too tired from two heavy workloads that we quickly became two couch potatoes. Our weekends were chock full of family events, and I felt guilty going to see my parents during the week because that led to more cage time for our year-old puppy. Our poor dog was exasperated from the amount of time we spent not playing with her. We were so burnt out that by the time ...
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