Mrs. B comes through for us (both) right under the wire.

At 1:00 AM (with me getting up at 5:30 AM to go catch my flight), she finishes her preparations for Sunday, finds me, and nearly drags me up the stairs to the bedroom. Not in a "I'm horny for you now" sort of fashion, but a somewhat irritated "I hate this lousy trip dynamic too --> and don't want it to happen again" fashion. At that point, I really wasn't much in the mood myself, but I figured I had better take the olive branch when it was offered, and respond to her effort to make ammends before I departed. Both of us were tired, both of us had trouble relaxing and getting into it, but the physical and emotional bonding 'session' did us both some good, regardless.

I'm now destinated, checked in to the hotel, and ready for a nap...

-- B.


Me 50, W 45, M for 26 yrs
S25, D23, S13, S10
20+ year SSM; recovery began Oct 2007