Just Go to Hell

"He" was by today and as he was walking out the door this is all I wanted to say to him.
He's running another ad for the boys. Trying to find a home for them. "Trying to take them off my hands." What the fuck ever.
He comes in and doesn't even say hi to me. Didn't even fucking acknowledge my presence in the room until 10 minutes had passed. Plays with the boys for a half hour or so. Lays on the couch, putting his feet in my lap. We talk a few minutes - then he offers me "the invitation."
Yeah, I took it. It's been almost 2 weeks since I've seen him. Things are going ok and I was actually kind of impressed because he was hanging in there a lot longer than normal. Then he looks up at me and is like, "Dang! Are you ever going to finish?"
EXCUSE ME!? At what point did you, mother fucker? I try to play it off even though I'm slightly hurt and embarassed by my inability to come quick enough for him. But to be completely honest I don't recall ever "finishing" the "traditional way." Give me some toys or some stimulation and maybe. But damn!
So I go in the other room to calm myself down - come out and pour myself a drink. Needless to say I went to a seperate chair. He laid down with the boys. Watched some football. We talked a little more about men and women and relationships - then he left. No hug, no kiss. He thanked me for the boys and offered more money - I turned it down. Told him I didn't need his money. Said he was trying to find a place for them to get them off my hands. And he was gone.
He may be by tomorrow - don't do me any favors.