Sorry. Didn’t mean to be such a wah wah waaaaah. And of course now I want to delete the whole post and pretend that all is hunky dory. But I won’t. Because it’s not. And because it’s real. I need a space to record my everyday. And lucky you all get to go along on my stupid ride. *sigh* Whooooo hooooo!!!
I know we’ll be okay. We always are. Sometimes I think “what if we split up?” And the thought of not seeing the girls everyday makes me nauseous, so I stop thinking about it.
I need to quit being so stubborn and withholding. I need to find a happy medium. To remember why I want to be with this woman for the rest of my life. Because I definitely do.
I equate sex with love. Rebeca seems to think of it as just a physical outlet. My new challenge is going to be finding ways to re-connect without having sex. To feel loved without having it be through my vag.
Grrrrrrrr. If she sucked in bed it would be so much easier. *grin*
4 comments:
Argh. Instead of writing a novel I'll just send you a message. :)
I sincerely wish my wife wasn't as good in bed. Then I wouldn't have to pester her so much. Wanting sex is good! I'm sure a happy medium is out there. Let me know when you find it!
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