Pickles for my Cookie

I am learning the difference between help and interference. Today I will examine the way I offer support. 

Today was a great day. Especially considering the week we’ve had.  Two therapy sessions. Joint. Our first of a few. I feel like I have whiplash.  Monday fight Tuesday therapy - good. Hard but good Wednesday - an entire day of texting, knowing full well that texting does no good. Threaten to break up, uncollar, and then apologize.  Thursday - therapy, we had a chance to reconnect and it was great to have service night. And amazing sex.  Friday - hard but talking and conversations were fine. Some laughs and conversations. Saturday - today Amazing wake up sex. A day of fellowship. Bonding with the kids. And a wonderful evening. We get home, we have laughs and drinks. The kids are asleep and we start watching a new show. Some how you get on the topic of cumming on my face. This of course goes to who has done it. And when. And why. The questions aren’t so bad. But your arrogance and lack of empathy for my recollection of an event leaves me stumped.  To be gas lit, th...