So what! I can't even get myself to care anymore. They can have each other for all I care. I don't even remember what my wife's Va-jay-jay looks like anymore.
It's been two whole months since we last had sex, and at least four since we last actually Made LOVE; if that's what you can even call it at this point in our marriage.
Hah! Marriage? Can I really call it that? Yes, we both still care for one another, and love each other; but it has been a very long time since we had anything resembling a marriage. We're basically nothing more than housemates with kids.
I can't even remember the last time Karen touched me, or initiated sex. Oh sure, we kiss and hug. She even initiates those. We snuggle; if by "snuggle" you mean lay down together so that she can fall asleep 5 minutes later. And, if I'm lucky, she lays down on the bed long enough for us to fuck about 4 or 5 times a year. Occasionally, when she's not too busy talking about everything and anything other than what we are doing at the moment, she participates enough for it to be considered making love.
So, why should I care that Aunt Flo has showed up?
But I have hope. It can change. Things can (will) get better. (I've been saying that for years, but I have a plan, and this year will be the year it changes) Right this second, I'm just jealous and bitter.
Key words: Read, Be Romantic, Get Healthy, Lose Weight, Woo my girl again.
BTW, I literally have just pages (less than I have digits on my hands and feet) to go on my secret reading project. OMG!
I wish I could share and discuss with Karen, but I still have the second book to read, and a movie to watch first. Don't want to spoil the surprise, and have all of these long sleepless nights be for nothing.