W and I just returned home from two days of R&R in NYC; we saw a Broadway show, had some fine meals and did the gallery bit which is near and dear to her heart. She did have that sad, faraway look in her eyes, however -- as if to say, "Right situation, wrong guy." But I DB'd and PMA'd to a faretheewell. It is, however, very difficult, and more than once, I've felt like throwing in the towel and finding someone new. While away, we had sex, but that's all it was: sex. No passion, no loving flow, no kissing! G*d forbid she should hold my hand, touch me or call me by an affectionate name. OK, so we're together, and do things together -- but there's no heart or oomph to it. No more ILY's on either side. Feels like a rather sterile way to live.
