Yesterday out of the blue the wife asked me if I would consider getting “fixed.” WTF?!? Where did that come from? You gotta give a dude more warning before you spring that up on him.

Some days I sit back and look at my life and its pretty unbelievable. I’m not even 30 yet and I’ve been married seven years, have two kids, a career, and my own crib (even though I’m fighting off the bank like a motherfucker). I’m proud! I feel accomplished and fulfilled, I wouldn’t change a thing. When I look at my friends who I came up with I can’t help but notice that my life is drastically different- not better, but different. I’m the most proud of my two sons, I just look at them and see the future and limitless possibilities. My main focus in life is to now help my kids find a path to happiness and success. So after our youngest was born Mrs. Bundy and I decided we didn’t want any more children. So we’ve been using birth control of course, but then again we were “using birth control” when we conceived our second child as well, so shit happens. (more…)

Happy New Year, ya’ll. It’s been an interesting few weeks in the Bundy household, amongst all the general holiday stress; the wife and I have been “going through it.” Nah, no broken dishes or obscene arguments. We just don’t get down like that, but shit has been problematic.

If you’ve read my blogs before then you know that our main problem has been a lack of intimacy. Well Mrs. Bundy hasn’t been in the mood since right around Thanksgiving and Mr. Bundy IS too goddamn proud to beg. So instead, I do other things to compensate for the lack of loving, like playing Xbox 360 ‘til the wee hours of the morning. The drought finally ended on New Year’s Eve and it was great, which is why I don’t understand why she doesn’t want it because the sex is generally good (even she hasn’t been able to deny that—unless she is lying to me). But last night the plot thickened when we were laying in bed and the wife asked, “Have you ever cheated on me?” (more…)

Someone call Raphael Saadiq, it’s a celebration sisters!

Yesterday, the Mrs. and I celebrated our wedding anniversary. Wow, ya boy did it ya’ll: SEVEN YEARS OF MARRIAGE! First, I’d like to thank God because without him or her (who’s to say God ain’t a woman) nothing is possible. I’d also like to thank my folks, my kids, oh yeah, and my wife. Nah, I’m just playing, but I do feel a sense of accomplishment. In all honesty, the recession got us by the purse strings, so there was no extravagant celebration, no expensive gifts and no gourmet dinners. Instead we sent the kids to my sister-in-law’s and spent a quiet evening in the crib watching movies, giving backrubs and other unmentionable acts. (more…)

If ya’ll recall a few weeks ago I did a two-part post on domestic violence. I thought that I had closed that chapter and wrote all that I could on that until this past week when a series of frightful events brought my once hypothetical situation closer to home. Now in order to respect the privacy of the parties involved, my descriptions of the people in this post will be vague, but please trust that this is very real.

Now I have a young girl in my family (she is in her teens) who I helped raise since she was a toddler going through a very real situation and it has me at a loss. The girl currently lives with my wife and I (and our two kids). We took her in to help her and try to provide some guidance, but so far it doesn’t seem that we have had any luck. (more…)

I won’t front, I got a ton of pride. One of my negative qualities is the inability to let go of it. In arguments, I hold on to my angst even when I’m wrong because my pride won’t let me admit my fault. But pride isn’t all bad. When I look at my life, the thing that makes me most proud are my kids: my two sons.

Over the weekend, while wifey and I were joking (I know a lot of truth is said in jest, but trust me- we were just joking) and playfully fighting, I tell her that if she keeps it up I will leave and never come back. Then I put the nail in the coffin, “and I’m taking the kids!” She just laughed at me. “You wouldn’t last a day as a single dad, you’ll bring ‘em back in 24 hours,” she said laughing. (more…)

Now I have never been a mama’s boy. Actually me and my mom had a far share of drama during my come up, but at the end of the day I always exercised a healthy amount of respect. At the same time that’s my mother and I’m sorta like a Corleone because I never take sides against the family. But damn shit is real and at times I just have a hard time maintaining the peace between my wife and my mom.  (more…)