dragonlady7

how do you explain (without whining) to a boy (who really doesn't particularly care for touching people or being touched) that sometimes, a girl just really really wants a snuggle, and a snuggle does not entail getting into her bed, turning your back to her, and falling asleep?

I can't figure out a way to say that without whimpering or whingeing or doing any of the things that immediately trigger the boy in question's Unrelenting Sarcasm Death Ray.

[added]OK, being grumpy with him isn't the solution either. Duh.
I am so frustrated at my inability to communicate to live human beings. Torturing my fictional characters and dramatizing their ridiculous relationships is not that helpful either.[/added]

I think it's got something to do with how few of the little blue pills are left before I start on the placebos and, y'know, shed the lining in the every-28-days little holocaust (I'm really trying not to say any objectionable words here, because even though I don't object to them at all, I'd rather not alienate those who do and thereby weaken my case for presenting myself as an unobjectionable person)... but telling myself that it just won't bother me once the hormones change doesn't really help, because it's not true. Because I feel like this regularly, probably a week every month, and if you think about it, that's a lot of my life to simply dismiss.

Bah. I stole the car yesterday and ran a lot of errands (yes, I went mad with power and stole his car to take it to the dealership and get it serviced-- I'm such a wild and crazy woman), which was nice and gave me a good distraction and an excuse to get out of the house and feel empowered (I like driving the car). But, it means that I didn't get a whole hell of a lot done on the novel, and since it's hard for me to justify the time I spend on the novel anyway since I'm not getting paid for it and have no guarantee that I ever will, it's very easy for me to get discouraged. I know where I'm going with it, I really do, I know I can finish it, sure, yes, fine. It's just taking forever, I'm working freaking hard and can't show much for it yet, and of course there are other things I could be doing with my time that would both be more faithful to my stated objectives when I first lost my job, and also would mean that Dave would eat and dress better and would have more reason to be affectionate.
Not that I'm under any obligation to induce him to be affectionate, of course, and not that he's supporting me, because he's not. So neither of us owes the other anything. But I feel bad sending him to work with ramen in his lunchbox and having him come home to yet another dinner of spaghetti that I prepare in an ill temper at the last minute.
And it doesn't help that pretty much all I have to show for about 14 hours of work on an average day is... well, my say-so that I worked that long. I'm neglecting everything else including correspondence with my family, and I'm not really interested in anything else, and it's just... Hard not to get whiny!

Thbbbttt. I'd join a support group but I don't like people. Bah humbug.