Let’s call the whole

Let’s call the whole thing off. It’s like the song tune. She likes late night after-drinking-too-much, aka drunk sex. I don’t. It’s full of rage and anger. criticism and of course it seems to be empty which is the whole problem for me and the point for her. I would prefer morning sex. I’m ready. She’s not interested. It’s a short story with no end in sight. I know. Have a conversation about it. Work out our deep issues. It’s not that easy folks. That’s a realm of the land of idealized perfection. You know it and I know it. I’m trying to make sense of it all.