September 20th 2020
Last night, Craig invited me over to his apartment for the first time in several weeks.
One of those weeks, he didn’t even speak to me, so his invitation being out of the blue took me by surprise.
He had ordered Chinese food for dinner with extra egg rolls since they were my favorite.
While we were eating, I found it strange that he couldn’t stay off his phone.
I had never been jealous of his phone before; usually, we didn’t have issues letting each other see our devices.
But last night he kept it face down, and I noticed he put a lock on the screen.
When I asked him about it, he said it was men from work and the lock was on there to make sure no one from work could get on it to see his private messages.
I didn’t ask for the passcode to it; something inside me told me that wouldn’t have gone over well.
After dinner, I went to leave. I had to get up early in the morning to help out with the kennels since we had a few staff out for vacation, but he wanted to have sex.
I told him no, I was tired from the long hours at work, and truthfully, after he had been ignoring me for a while, I just wasn’t in the mood to be intimate.
He didn’t like that answer. I ended up giving in; a quickie on the couch seemed to make him happy.
I didn’t even take my clothes off, just let him roll my dress up.
He made me feel so guilty. That I would never find someone to put up with me or my mood swings, and how I was driving the one person who loved me away.
He wasn’t asking for much, just something any good girlfriend should be more than willing to do for him.
I felt sick after. Sex was becoming less enjoyable and more like a chore.