I remember the night. I was angry. I was so tired of the mess. You would put food on a plate, eat it in my bed, and leave the dirty plate on the floor. You would never pick up that plate. I would wake up, step on it, get pissed.
Why are you so damn dirty? Its driving me crazy. I cannot live in filth.
And then that night. I lay in bed at 2 am, and you start touching me.
NO.
What do you mean no?
I am not having sex with you.
You never say no, why.
You didn’t do the dishes.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I am not having sex with you until you do the dishes.
What the fuck? Are you some type of housewife-denying sex until I will do what you want.
No, I just want you to do the dishes.
This is bullshit.
I don’t care.
And I hear a BANG BANG BANG on the wall. Its the neighbor. Apparently she heard our whole conversation next door. Its a hint. Shut up. I am trying to sleep.
And we both laugh. The tension is gone.
She got to hear us have sex.
