Day 1.



Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.



Day 2.



Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. Hes impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesnt he tell me something I dont know! I mean, he actually thinks I havent noticed.



Day 3.



This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of the Washington Monument and burst into tears.



Day 4.



A miracle has happened! Theres a new drug on the market that will fix his problem. Its 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 with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.



Day 5.



What absolute bliss!!.



Day 6.



Isnt life wonderful but its difficult to write while hes doing that.



Day 7.



This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if Id like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, I have to admit its very nice – I dont think Ive 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 wacker. Im also getting a bit sore down there.



Day 9.



No time to write. He might catch me.



Day 10.



Okay, I admit it. Im hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, hes washing the Viagra down with whip cream and whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over….



Day 11.



Im basically being screwed to death. Its like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. Hes a complete pig.



Day 12.



I wish he was gay. Ive stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become dangerous …



Day 13.



Every time I shut my eyes, theres a sneak attack! Its like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that Oops, sorry, thing again, Ill kill the *******.



Day 14.



Ive 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 Ill have to kill him. The cat and dog wont go near him and our friends dont come over any more. Last night I told him to go and f… himself and he did.



Day 16.



The ******* has started to complain about headaches. 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 doesnt seem to have made any difference… Christ! Here he comes again!



Day 18.



Hes back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the telly all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!