Its 526am - what the hell am I doing up so early and why am I spending my morning on the computer? Well, let's take a little trip in time and then you can tell me if i've blown this out of proportion.

You'll have to forgive my typos like i said its really early. I've been married for nearly 7 years. In the past 4 maybe 5 years my husband won't let me touch him when he comes to bed. He claims its too hot or he's not comfortable yet. We sleep in airconditioning and I wait until he has stopped moving around like a fish out of water before I attempt to snuggle up. You'd think I"d be used to it by now, but I'm not. It makes me so angry I want to punch the s**t out of the back of his head. That's not a very nice thing to think about the man you love. I wouldnt be married to him if I didnt love him. I did not say he didnt drive me nuts with frustration though.

This morning I roll over and rest my hand on his chest, after about 10 minutes he flicks it off. Not just moves it to another spot but picks it up by the wrist and drops it on the bed (my side of the invisible line of the bed) so I simply rest my hand near his side where its not resting directly on him. He moves away. I"m surprised he hasn't fallen off the damned bed. I snuggle to his back with my shoulder, he still has plenty of room elsewhere. Again he moves away and grunts. I sit up (its at this stage I want to yell at him) I ask him what's wrong. He complains he is not comfy. NOT COMFY!? WFT you have been alseep for two freaking hours and you are not comfy?? Bull s**t!
I grunted a reply and forcefully rolled over and tucked myself in the blanket and made sure he had the whole f*cking bed to himself until 5am when the alarm went off an hour early!

I have been dealing with this snuggling issue, or should I say lack of snuggling, for years. I'm so upset right now I can't even think except to want to swear over and over. I think its time to go see a councellor about our problems. I don't know how much longer I can put up with this being pushed away s**t. Maybe thats half the reason I dont want to have sex as often as he does. Who knows, maybe I'm just too pissed off to think straight right now.

I feel like screaming at him for not snuggling, for lying to me telling lme he was not comfy when he was alseep for a few hours prior to me even touching him, for him not cleaning the kitchen last night after making dinner and a huge mess, for not helping me around the house and the little he does do around the house he f*cks up and does it wrong. Argh...