You have an excuse for everything. Maybe I'll just have to live with that part of you. But it's fucking sneaky and annoying. I take things personally because you can't articulate what you're thinking or feeling then when I TELL you that my feelings are hurt you have a quick comeback, you make it MY fault, or you have a stupid joke to let yourself off the hook and you won't fucking say your sorry for the fucking life of you. Goddamn boy friend. And PS: we need to fuck more. the box of condoms we bought in NOVEMBER is not even half empty. Yes, I am counting, when I am the one who initiate sex 85% of the time. PPS: for the haters, yes I have told him this, and no I don't know why I still put up with it.