Dear Diary,
We just celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate.
When it came time to reenact our wedding night, he locked himself in the
bathroom and cried.
Day 2
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says, and
he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me something I
don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed.
Day 3
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Something must change soon.
Day 4
A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that will fix his
"problem." It's called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things
will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I
replaced his Prozac Pills with the Viagra Pills, hoping to lift something
other than his mood.
Day 5
What absolute bliss!!.
Day 6
Isn't life wonderful. But it's difficult to write while he's exercising his
new found MANHOOD.
Day 7
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at
Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought they
were talking about him. But, I have to admit it's very nice -- I don't think
I've ever been so happy.
Day 8
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the
lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed whacker. I'm also getting a bit
Day 9
No time to write. He might catch me.
Day 10
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to
make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down with Jack Daniels whisky!
What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over....
Day 11
I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with a Black and
Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits
hurt. He's a complete PIG.
Day 12
I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even
washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become
Day 13
Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to bed
with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops, sorry"
thing again, I'll kill the bastard.
Day 14
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started
dressing like a Nun, but this just seems to make him hornier. Help me!
Day 15
I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to everything I sit on.
The cat and dog won't go near him and our friends don't come over any more.
Last night I told him to go screw himself and he did.
Day 16
The bastard has started to complain about not getting enough. I hope the
bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and
going back on Prozac.
Day 17
Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any difference...Christ!
Here he comes again!
Day 18
Aaaahhhh! He's back on Prozac. The lazy bastard just sits there in front of
the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do
everything for him. What absolute bliss!