03-03-2020

03-03-2020

03-03-2020

Viagra
Notes from her diary:

Day 1: Today we celebrated 25 years of marriage and there was not so much to celebrate. When it came the time to relive our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.

Day 2: Today, he told me he wants to tell me a secret. He confessed that he is impotent and wanted me to be the first one to know it. In fact he did not really tell me anything I did not know! He probably thinks I didn’t notice that.

Day 3: Our marriage is in trouble. A woman has her desires, too... Yesterday I saw an erotic movie and I was in tears.

Day 4: A miracle happened! There is a new medicine on the market that will solve his “problem”. It's called Viagra. I told him that if he will take Viagra, everything will be like on the wedding night. I think this will have a positive effect. I replaced his sedatives with this Viagra, hoping to increase also something else than his appetite for food!

Day 5: What a happiness!

Day 6: How beautiful life is! But it's still difficult to write when you're doing it.

Day 7: I think this Viagra affects his mind. Yesterday we went to McDonald's and the seller asked me if I wanted a Big Mac. When I said “yes”, he thought it was about him and he was about to embarrass us... But he's still cute. I do not think I've ever been so happy.

Day 8: I think he took too many pills over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he pulled the carrots out from the garden using his new “friend.” It hurts me a bit in that place.

Day 9: I have no time to write anymore. He could catch me.

Day 10: Okay, I have to admit: I'm hiding from him! I mean no woman could stand any more than that. I think things are getting worse. Now he takes his pills with brandy. What should I do? I feel like my whole body is stung with nails.

Day 11: I feel like I'm drunk. It's like living with a drilling machine. This morning I woke up stuck to the bed. It hurts even under my armpits. He's a pig.

Day 12: I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, brush my teeth. He's always behind me. Even yawning became dangerous.

Day 13: Every time I close my eyes, an unexpected attack follows. It's like sleeping in bed with a rapist. I can hardly walk and if he tries it once more, I will kill him with my own hands.

Day 14: I would do anything to stop him. Nothing works anymore. I started now dressing like a nun just to stop him, but that arouses him even more. Heeeeeeelp!

Day 15: I think I'm going to kill him in the end. Anything that I'm sitting on strikes me. The cat and the dog do not approach him anymore. Not even our friends are coming to visit us. Last night I told him to f*** himself and he did it.

Day 16: The bastard began to complain of headaches. I wish his dick explodes. I think I'll propose him to go back to his sedatives.

Day 17: He stopped taking Viagra but no effect. God! He’s coming to me again?!

Day 18: He is back on sedatives. Sluggard... he is sitting stuck in his armchair with the TV remote in his hand, waiting for me to do everything in the house. What a bliss!