D really pissed me off on Saturday. He's such a freaking emotional retard sometimes. I had this big confrontation planned for Sunday, but then after watching Conference, well, it kind of took the wind out of my sails. So instead, I'll just take him to task if he ever says anything like that again. And it's really pretty annoying when D causes me stress, because I can't talk to R, or Sister B (he's her HT), or H, because then of course H will be on my side, and that will hurt their friendship. And heaven knows my poor husband has few enough friends, only because of his crappy work schedule.
Yesterday was fun. I introduced R to the delight of An Ideal Husband.
Two new apostles: Uchtdorf and Bednar. H knew who Bednar was, being a Ricks alumni. I got a really good spirit from both. The Prophet's talk about women blew me away. I thought, no woman can doubt her true place in the scheme of things after hearing that. In fact, I thought he came down really hard on guys. Put a lot of blame on their shoulders. And I was thinking, Oh, too bad H isn't listening to this. But then, if he had tried to watch Conference, he would have been asleep by the opening song. With how grouchy he gets by Sunday, it's best just to let him sleep.
This morning H was so sex-crazed. Don't have sex for a few days, and look out! He turns into a man-beast! Not that it's my fault. He was the one with the OC Spray. It reminded me of what that Georgey guy said about sex being a reaffirmation of masculinity for men. I think it's true, because H's gagging for it. And I'm like, shrug. If I don't think about it, I'm pretty much fine. It doesn't make me less of a woman. It's funny, the different ways that men & women express their insecurity. Women call themselves fat and go on painful diets, men become obssessed with sex.