It was past my bedtime, but as I was about to turn in, my wife decides that it's time to change the sheets. I wondered aloud, "Who changes sheets at quarter to twelve at night?" She said, "Oh, I forgot. I had meant to earlier..." I was dead tired and very cranky; I picked a fight, "Yeah, you had a lot of important farming to do," referring to her however many hours-long stint tending to business on Farmville. She shot back, "I'm glad you hate that as much as I hate your blogging." I retorted, "At least my blogging is productive."
I wish I could duplicate in writing the tone of her voice as she ridiculed that notion, "How is writing something that one or two people might read productive?" I replied, "It wouldn't matter if nobody read it." I added something about if she can't see the intrinsic merit of the activity (that's a paraphrase) then she must be stupid; she immediately translated that as I called her stupid. Wonderful.
I went to bed irate; while trying to fall asleep I figured out a way to bury this bone of contention. After this posting, I am pulling the plug on Peter. The time I spend writing is too precious to squander; it's no matter how much thought and reflection and reminiscence and recollection might go into some of it. My wife feels that it is on a par with monkey-dicking around on fucking Farmville; while I disagree with that assessment, I can no longer justify wasting my time or any one or two else's.
To anyone who gives a rat's ass: please forgive me for wasting so much of your time. I also apologize if I've left any loose ends here. Viva Corky's log! Over and out.
9 comments:
I, for one, liked your posts. Sorry to see you go. Is your wife quitting Farmville in solidarity with your quitting blog posting?
I for two like your posts. (corkysmom)
btw, for some reason that I don't understand, when I went on the blog from my daughters computer it had a real time feed. There were loads of people from all over accessing this blog, so not everyone comments, but that does not mean no one is reading"
Apparently, every second I spend not worshiping my wife or otherwise toeing the family line when I'm home (ie. when I'm not working) is an unbearable eternity to her. She begrudges any time I take for myself, be it an hour or so winding down with some cold ones and the puzzle page from the paper, or an hour or so baring my soul on this blog. I intend to give up my release valves and stay so far up her ass she'll have trouble sitting down. She is free to try to continue any and all of her moronumentally stupid on-line pursuits. What's the old saying? Be careful what you wish for; you just might get it...
Oh, btw, The part about her sucking the last bit of joy from my life was hyperbole; she has brought my life more joy than I ever imagined it could contain. This is just a very rough patch for me (both parents dying in a nine-month stretch). I hope to be in a better position to console her, when the time comes for her to get over losing hers.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater had a wife and will not keep her...I am not a regular blogger but I tend to read them now and again. Your blog really made me sit up and think. Men like you are the reason the world is what it is today. Men like you are the reason woman are mean, cold, calculated and vendictive. You seriously need to consider taking your mangina off and finding your balls. What man dogs his own wife, the mother of his child/children on a blog! You can't stop blogging or tossing back a few cold ones to help your wife make a bed? Seriously?!?! Losing your parents is tough and it's hard to get through, but you will find that being a parent/husband/partner will be much harder to work through over time. You should seriously consider my advice and man up! I am pretty sure your 5 or 6 readers/followers will be alright if they don't get a blog from you everyday! Best of luck to you and your poor wife!
^^^Ouch! Cold calculated, and "vendictive" women are born, not made. Anonymous, do you prefer men? Because you seem to really hate women. Best of luck to you and your poor partner.
Remember when Peter used to write here?
Ha ha! Too Funny! I prefer real men who take care of their business at home, work and play. And no they are not born that way they are made by insecure, inadequate, weak, men that seek to destroy a womans self esteem, self worth and sometimes even their dignity. Don't tell me you haven't meet one or two like that in your time! My partner? He is just fine. Good, strong, man that takes care of his family and not to busy blogging/tossing back a few to help raise his children or to make a bed! As Peter said Over an Out. I don't even blog this is so fun! Maybe I should try it...Oh I can't I have a bed to make. Silly me I forgot!
Hey, Anonymous. Please spell out for my simple mind just what you mean by "man up." I thought I manned up by marrying my wife in the first place, then by having children with her and becoming our family's breadwinner, so that she can raise them how she sees fit. I think I man up every time I cook, do laundry, wash dishes, change diapers, bathe my sons, massage my wife's feet, take out the garbage, mow the grass, go grocery shopping, feed the dogs and cats, et cetera.
I prefer "dogging my wife on the blog" to donning an a-shirt and seeing where that takes us. And, FYI, Mrs. Peter is minding the balls; I appreciate your concern.
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