We picked up the ring today, it looks great on her finger.
The wedding is more or less set. It isn't for a while, but we have the date, the venue, the participants, and are going through the options for catering and stuff.
I really don't know where we are getting the money for this. I might have to take a second job. Liz is working but has made it clear she is not going to increase her hours.
Things are getting weird with her though. I mean, she ignored me for a week. She lives with me, for heaven's sake. We sleep in the same bed, but for a week we hardly talked. The she tells me that she wants a little more control over what we do, like, in everything. We had a fight.
"Ethan, I've been thinking, and I've decided I need to get more involved in our lives. Like, have a bit more control over the way things are done and the like. Frankly, I don't like the way you've been constantly defining how we do things. Where we go and why. What restaurants we eat at, when we have sex, just... everything."
"Liz, I have no idea what you are talking about, or that you felt this way. Is that why you've been angry and not talking to me?"
"Eh, I haven't been angry. Just thinking and preoccupied. I've been spending more time with Isabel recently. You know she and I sleep together sometimes, and we just sometimes have girl talk about men and relationships. I've learned a lot from her."
"What? No, I didn't know you have been sleeping with Isabel! What? When? Since when?"
"Since
always, Ethan. Don't give me crap about this, I told you months ago that I need girl time, that you can't possibly satisfy all my needs, and a girl like Isabel is just something I need."
"But Liz, you having sex with Isabel, it's like... cheating on me! We are engaged!"
"Ethan, you ass. Don't think you can get away with that approach. This was part of our arrangement from the beginning and if you are backing out of that now.... well... I will slice off your dick and force feed it to you cooked in a nice wine sauce."
She was glaring at me, and I half thought she might do it. "Liz, it isn't that. Just. Can't you be happy with just me?"
"You?
Your cock? Ethan, you are slowly turning into more of a wimp every day. I don't know why I am marrying you, and you had better start giving me some reasons why I should. Now, I get to decide our sexual and relationship limits and guidelines here and if you don't like it, you just try to find a girl
half as good as I am."
"Liz..." I was overwhelmed. I mean, Liz wasn't being super mean, but she was just... taking control. Demanding. Telling me the way it was going to be. "I don't see that this is necessary..."
"Shutup. Now, I am going over to Isabel's. While there, I will undoubtedly fuck her. If you don't like that, or can't live with this situation, then pack your bags and get the hell out by the time I get home. If you are still here, I will take it as your agreement to the way things are going to be around here."
She finished her drink in one gulp and left for Isabel's.
You know what is weird? Like, really weird? During this whole confrontation I had a hard on. I was totally aroused by her. It was humiliating, and I hope she didn't see it. But my cock was hard as a rock.
When Liz left for Isabel's, all I could do was think about the two of them, and then masturbate. I came three times just thinking about my girlfriend cheating on me with some other girl.
How perverted is that?
Needless to say, I was there when she got back at 2 AM that night. She slipped into bed, kissed me, and said, "night Ethan", as if nothing had happened.
Since then, though, she has stopped asking me for my opinion. She basically just tells me what is going on. In some ways it is a relief. At least this way I know exactly where I am at with her. There's less stress.
