My H says our sex life is not exciting anymore, and that he feels like I think it's a chore. I dont, and I don't get why he feels that way. Sex is weird for me bc I'm on the spectrum and have germaphobe issues, but I do my best to never say no and always be enthusiastic. I just sometimes ask that he not go down on me bc I get grossed out by the thought and can't handle it that day (I've never told him the reason, just asked him not to). We've been doing this for 13 years and it's only just recently become an issue. He also gets super offended when I need lube?! Like.. it's not anyones fault, I just need it. I'm hoping there are some books or blogs that can help me understand what the issue is. I really don't get it at all.

I hate working with this one client in particular just because she still uses a quicken program from 2013. Actually, she upgraded to that last year because I asked her to. Prior to that she was using a quicken program from 2008.. I can't open ANY of these files in actual real QuickBooks without doing a shit-ton of conversions. I hate this. god forbid she use a program that isn't free. Who cares if it's older than dirt and 100% obsolete and not compatible with ANY current software systems. Oh how I hate working with this client. Hate it. even though she's GOOD. I mean, she's GOOD. She understands debits and credits and is the ONLY client I've ever had EVER that has ever ever tied out to the penny with her lotto statement at the end of the year. She knew immediately when one of her employees started stealing from her. Because when you keep good books, you KNOW things. Imagine that. She just doesn't know how to compute. She'd do great with those old paper ledgers.

The fact that your bosses are up your ass for financial statements does NOT give you the right to treat me like your personal servant. I have 70 other clients that bring me their shit timely and WILL have their work done first. Maybe you shouldn't have told everyone that you knew how to run QuickBooks. Because newsflash: YOU DON'T. I have no clue what it is you think you know about the program, but trust me. You have no idea what you're doing. And the more you fucking harp on me, the less I'm going to be inclined to help your incompetent ass. I already did six months of bank recs for two entities and three accounts all in two days because you don't know how to do something even as simple as that. WHILE getting all my other client work done. And what do you do? Lambaste me with 5 emails a day and say some shit like "I've been waiting 45 minutes for you to call me back."... this is not a call center. Ass hole. Wait your turn.

Basement Cleanout Rant Pt 2- Why is the tool bench covered with books? Why is the Christmas tree stand outside? Why aren't the tent, the sleeping bags, and the cooler in ONE PLACE? Why aren't any of the boxes labeled? I am sorting things on the patio because there is no room to move down there. He says we can't leave things out there over night. If he put this crap back down in the basement, I am going to murder him, LOL

I wish I weren't so bad at interacting with people. I really just do not care much about forming friendships or anything....I don't think I ever did, really. I was always a bookish, nerdy kid who preferred books to people. I just hate that so many extroverts in my life like to make me feel shitty about this.

So here's one for the record books. I just found out that my XMIL (my kids' grandma) who's son I've been divorced from for 20 years, as been telling a fabricated version of a story for the past .. 20 years I guess! When DS25 turned 3, she had a party for him at her house. At said party, she and I got into a fight (she is the world's most difficult person, she has histrionic personality disorder) and she picked up my son's Elmo cake and threw it at the wall. Of her own dining room. In front of her 3yo grandson who's birthday it was and who hadn't even had any of the cake yet. SO! After all these years of blissfully never seeing her, I just found out that she's been telling everyone, including my kids (and re-telling it over and over at every family gathering for the last 20 years ) that it was ME that threw the Elmo cake. Jesus. I just told my son not to argue with her about it, let her tell her story... just know.. I didn't do that. She did.

It really pisses me off when my clients don't pay their employees overtime. This one in particular. I've been telling her for so long that she's paying her tipped employees less than the minimum wage, and not bothering to pay ANYONE overtime. It just pisses me off. She won't listen. And now, one of her employees is stealing from her. That she knows of. I expect there's more, just by looking at the books. Hmmm, I wonder why her employees aren't loyal to her? And of course, she's crying to me about it. Well, honey, you've been stealing from your employees (not paying overtime, not paying minimum wage) since they started working for you, so.... yeah. Not feeling bad for you. At all. Trying to figure out how much she stole from them, and how much they stole from her... it's gonna be a math nightmare. And I'm gonna bill her for every single second that I work on it. Because this shitstorm IS going to court.

You sound like an actual Christian to me. There are a lot of people out there who think it's "Christian" to ignore and deny institutional abuse (not just within Catholicism, and not just sexual abuse, but physical and psychological), or that child marriage is "Christian," or that child-rearing tactics that essentially amount to at least, psychological abuse, sometimes even physical. A lot of people think this is consigned to the history books, but it's still happening. There are some incredibly repressive and backwards people in this country who somehow still have the audacity to claim Jesus is love, while being incredibly hateful towards children. Honestly the majority of people who are so hung up on abortion for religious reasons seem to be more about female control than saving babies. I'm sure there's a few, but the distinct minority.

I have a lot of trouble making friends too. I just never liked being around people much as a kid because my mom was also very judgmental and whenever I'd bring people over, she'd find a reason for me to not be able to hang out with them (usually because they didn't go to church or something dumb). I hung out with books and animals and consequently as an adult those are typically my friends. Sounds pathetic but honestly, I kind of prefer their company to most people's.

I've been asked a lot by my mom friends about how I spend my time, since I don't have kids. I work. I write. I garden. I travel with my husband. I enjoy cooking, and movies, and books. I hang out with my family. I just don't have kids. It seems like women are conditioned to make their entire lives about their kids. You never really see this with men. Men handle the empty nest just fine. I don't know. I don't mean to ramble. Just an observation. My husband definitely doesn't get bugged about his free time.