Sex was on the calendar at one time. After we reconciled we fell into an every Sunday night ritual. I was fine with this routine... really I was. The problems started when D sensed something was up every Sunday night and would come to our bed and hang out to watch TV with us. W would delight in how frustrated I would get with this. I would say, "OK, time for you to go to bed now." Some nights I would get so mad at it it would spoil the night for us. She would say, "Why do you have to be so mean to her?" After way too many episodes like this, I gave up and you know the rest of the story...
