I'm getting huffy. This isn't fair. I've put out for him dozens of times over the last 24 years we've been together when he's wanted to get off and I wasn't in the mood. In fact, our daughter's conception was such an incident and she was a surprise pregnancy (in fact, when I saw the stupid stick I shouted, "I'M ****ING PREGNANT!" and threw it. I was not happy). I threw up multiple times a day for nine months, squeezed something the size of a watermelon out of my vagina, developed schizoaffective disorder because of the stress of having a small child and working full-time and IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT BECAUSE HE GOT ME PREGNANT WHEN I WAS NICE AND LET HIM GET OFF. And he can't return the favor when I'm suffering the way I am?! WHAT THE FUKK.