Hi, this is my first ever post on reddit, I'm not sure where to put it, but I feel like I need some opinions.
My husband and I have been together for about 4 years. Me being a squirter (sometimes) is not news to him. It's not something I do every time, just when I'm extra into it, or it's been quite a while since I've climaxed. So:
We were doing our thing, everything was feeling extra good, and then he pulled out the vibrator. Naturally, I climaxed. Aaand I also squirted. He hates it when that happens, because to him it's exactly the same as pee. (Which like, there's a lot of the same qualities, but it doesn't generally smell the same. It's more musky if there's a smell at all.) So he goes to the bathroom without finishing or attempting to. I lay a towel down and say I'll wash the bedding tomorrow, apologizing profusely.
He doesn't say anything, just "mm." in response. He doesn't touch me, he doesn't acknowledge me in any way. So I go to sleep, feeling embarrassed and repulsive.
Suddenly, I'm woken up by him aggressively grabbing his pillow, climbing over me, grumbling and swearing under his breath. I wake up confused, and ask him what he's doing. Being that I was half awake, I assumed I was too quiet for him to hear me cuz he didn't respond, and asked again. He yelled, "I'm sleeping in the other room, I can't sleep in a room that fucking reeks!"
I lay there stunned, feeling like garbage. Some time passes, and I was mad. So I get up, slam the bedroom door, (sorry, neighbours!) and go back to sleep.
Morning rolls around, and I just lay there, upset. Eventually, I go wake him up so he isn't late for work - sans kindness and affection I usually use, since I was still mortified by what had happened before. He asks what my problem is, and I explain (in not-nice terms, using not-nice language) and storm out of the room. The rest of the time before he leaves, neither of us say a word. We don't say any words until a few hours into his shift.
He asks why I'm mad at him, and goes on to try to justify his actions. I re-iterate my point, which was that he could have quietly gotten up, and when I asked just said he couldn't sleep, and was going to sleep in the other room. You know, do what he did but with some more respect and consideration for what little dignity I had left. I told him he was treating me like shit about something I have absolutely no control over unless we, a) stop having sex, or b) I stop having orgasms. Because any time we do either there's a risk it'll happen again. Which I told him, and he told me I was being unreasonable, that I was taking it to the farthest possible solutions. To which I said okay, well, storming off and yelling at me was the farthest possible solution to sleeping in the other room, yet here we are. (Petty, I know, but it was an hour into the fight. Yes, you read that right.) I have still yet to hear any kind of apology.
Tl;dr my husband and I are fighting over whether I'm overreacting about his reaction to me squirting or not.
Submitted July 21, 2020 at 06:03PM by housewaste https://ift.tt/3fQtRqs
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