Now that I've tricked Bjarni into moving in with me I suppose it's okay to put a stop to all this "sex" nonsense. It's just that I actually quite liked sex, funnily enough — I just seem to have lost all interest in it.
My doctor says this is a "completely normal" reaction to stress. Things went a bit crazy at Rhiannon Towers for a while — starting with leaving Iceland, I suppose. Some people say that, in terms of stress, moving is "right up there with divorce or a death in the family". But then there really was a death in the family, which made moving country seem like the happy, exciting thing that it actually is. After that, all kinds of other things happened, things that I'm not going to publish — but let's just leave it by saying that the next person to compare moving house to a family falling apart is going to get the sharp edge of my tongue.
Of course, Bjarni is patient and claims not to mind my missing libido. But I'm hoping things are going to get back to normal at Rhiannon Towers soon enough. There's only so much of all this a girl can take.
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Maybe you can dispense with sex entirely and just give Bjarni the sharp edge of your tongue.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds quite nice.
1.my very thick and therefore very wise psychological books tell me that it really is a normal reaction to stress.
ReplyDelete2.I moved seven times in less than three years and annoying as it was it didn't stand a chance to the stress of my family falling apart.
I've sent you a bouquet of electronic flowers. You'll have to imagine them. They are bright red and they smell great.
ReplyDeleteMoving is a big stresser. I'm moving myself, and I'm all freaked out, even though it's just forty minutes away. I can't imagine switching countries. My libido still seems to be intact, but I'm bitchy enough these days that I'm glad my date will be out of town this week.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about the death in the family and hope you feel like your old self again.
Ah, I have been there...sometimes not wanting to have sex for months and when you do do it to please hubby it just seems like a chore. Hopefully you will find your libido again, because as you know sex is a great mood lifter and at the moment i'm lovin it!
ReplyDeleteI have often found sex to be a good 'fuck you' antidote to death and the way it ruins perfectly good lives. Post-death depression, however, is a dry barren land of nought much.
ReplyDeleteMuch love and goodwill towards you, dearie.
Tea? *check*
ReplyDeleteApple tart?*check*
Sympathy? *check*
Captain Morgan? *check*
Consort? *check*
Passport?*check*
Spare knickers?*check*
That's it love.We're on our way over.Pity it's a zeppelin we've booked on so it might take 5 or 6 months.
I'll be thinking of you for all of that time.
By complete fluke I posted today on the consequences of no jiggy jiggy. Hurry up and pull your knickers down.
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing okay Annie.
ReplyDeleteI usually survive shitty times by drinking loads and loads of tea. But then my breath smells and my teeth turn yellow - so, perhaps not the best method.
I'm so sorry. Why is it in life that everything seems to go to shit all at once?
ReplyDeleteLife's a bit shitty all round atm. It'll be toilet roll time soon, chin up babycakes xx
ReplyDeleteYou are a strong, intelligent and beautiful woman.
ReplyDeleteI love you.
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ReplyDeleteIn 2005 I moved from Sheffield to Brighton to east London to north London. This didn't feel as if four family members had died so if it's true what they say I must be one heartless bastard.
ReplyDeleteIt was fucking stressful though!