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So I might've fucked up last night. There's a reoccurring theme of me just making the dumbest freaking mistakes these last couple of weeks, i dunno whats wrong with me. I'll throw in a NSFW and spoiler for the mistake part. Heads up dont read this one at work.
So the mrs and I had a bit of a heart to heart last night, kiddo went down early enough that we weren't both too stuffed to talk. i had a bit of a breakdown, said some tough stuff that was hard to say she gave me a big hug, after a few minute I told her we had to stop cause I knew what was gonna happen (not that I didn't want to, just didn't wanna cheapen the moment with the pants off dance, ya know). Anyway, this next part is super graphic. I'll tidy up the language as much as possible but feel free to skip.
NSFW spoiler here
She says she doesn't mind. So we go to bed. I.... uhhh, "suit up for the occasion" as is required at the moment. We get going, and I express my dissatisfaction with the "armour" I was "wearing" . She says I dont have to if I dont want to. I say "are you sure? isnt there a risk?" She says "I'm not worried". so knowing full well it was a mistake, but not having the blood to operate my brain properly... I take it off.And this is where I cant help but feel a bit... baited? I dunno. Let me clear it takes 2 to tango, I'm the one that took "it" off. Its 100% on me. But she did EVERY trick in the book to make sure I "arrived". It felt like it was a competition to make sure the finale happened. Ultimately, I... uhhh, "deployed the troops elsewhere", at least 99% sure I did in time. Given we needed IVF the first time I'm not SUPER worried. It was great to reconnect, been a while since that happened, but its left me with more questions that answers.
Was she actually trying to make sure i "deployed the expeditionary forces in the target country"? Why now? Why do we suddenly not care now? Was I getting used? Or was she trying to reconnect like i was? Why the F did I take the risk? Am I really not that smart? or just super into potentially self sabotaging? Is this all actually a big deal? or is my anxiety just taking me for a fucking ride?
EDIT: Maybe this would have been more appropriate on a Relationship advice sub, apologies.
Should the troops be successful in their mission, there are techniques available to remove the occupying force and any potential puppet they installed in power.
Just saying.
LOL, thank you I needed a laugh! After 2.5 years of IVF and $30k spent on the first, I'd say if I accidentally invaded a country then its gonna be flying my flag for the next 9 months like it or not.
Hey, I get it. Totally do. Just wanted to point out that in a currently stressful environment, a new regime may not be in the best interest of the parties. All the best in whatever happens regardless 😁
yeah, that'd... that'd be where I stand at the moment. Trouble is I think my say in the situation ended when the troops were deployed.