July 9th, 1982
HAH! Two weeks with Joe and the destruction has begun. He spent the night last night— sweltering muggy heat. I do not want to be bothered sexually. he paws at me all evening. In the night, I am awakened from a sound sleep to his head between my legs— he will not stop. I am rude and threaten to sleep on the couch. His feelings are hurt. This morning he is quiet— moody. I called him tonight and it was the same— I ask him what’s wrong. He denies anything being wrong at all. I have no patience for this.
This is never going to work out.