Confused and uneasy

I'm not understanding what's going on here.

Now I go over there last night, and everything is cool as usual. He isn't sick anymore, just grading papers. I'm tired as fuck from work, but I went over there anyways. So while I'm there he seems a little funny, but I ain't trippin. I figure I'm sleepy or something. I go take a long shower to ease my mind, because something feels wrong. I get out, we go to bed.

I didn't feel like fucking him at all. I was so damn tired I could barely think of anything other than sleeping. But I obliged him because he is my man. I didn't act tired or anything. I performed too damn well, he busted so quick I coulda slapped him. But I took it as a compliment, didn't make a big deal about it. I acted like nothing was wrong afterwards. Plus I was tired.

So why did he wake up acting salty this morning? Like I'd done something to him?

I dont fuckin understand.

My feelings are a little hurt... I mean I'm the one that didn't get off last night. I'm the one that had to fake like it was all gravy when it wasn't, especially considering the fact that the night before he was all sick and shit and wasn't even coherant most of the time I was there. I still went back over there, still held it down, didn't do anything different or out of character.

And he's acting funny.

If there should be any attitude to be had, I should have it. But I don't. Like I said yesterday, I have to take the good with the bad. And the fact that he can't last in this is definitely a BAD thing. I enjoy sex too damn much to be eternally stuck with someone who cannot fuck. And then will have the nerve to act out the next morning. I don't believe this. Some shit really is too good to be true. And I wouldn't have totally minded his inability to hold back his nut if he hadn't seemed so funny this morning.

Fuck. I'mma go take a nap or something. This weekend is sucking ass already.