I think my brain is going here ... the folks I'm talking to seem clear that they haven't wanted to speak to their husbands about what is wrong. If it's me, and I'm not getting something I need, I'm gonna speak up. Now, maybe that thought is shaded by my post-bomb awareness and hyper-sensitivity to the subject. It just seems like there is something in their mind that says, "I shouldn't have to tell them." My W freely admits that she never mentioned that anything was missing, until after she had found someone else.
or ... it could be that I'm trying to make sense out of something that for many of these folks is just justification for actions they know are wrong ... addicted to the feeling.
