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[dday101798]

Oh dear sweet mish,

I'm sorry, but I would of been laughing my butt off too.

Hon, you know you have to get some help with your insecurity. Turning the focus solely on Gabe and what he "wants" out of the relationship will not do this.

IT IS, very unfortunate he doesn't seem to offer up re-assurance of his own. (x)W had always been insecure of herself. Then, by way of the infidelity/divorce diet, she got pretty thin, which I actually found un-appealing. However, it seemed to be the liking of OM, and when she started putting the pounds back on, legend has it he didn't like it, picked on her and treated her meanly, pushing her back to me because NEVER ONCE even out of spite or just to say something "cruel" in a fight have I had a problem with, or said anything of her appearance (aside from when she got really skinny and looked like a drug addict, and I believe all said was that she looked like a wreck). She's my meaty momma. Not overwieght, just a "plus sizer" if you will.

Anyway, about 2 months into our new R here, her complex got the better of her one night when I didn't have the desire for sex. Without going into detail she thought it wasn't attractive and that certain area of her were "loose". Suffice it to say, that was when our intimacy/desire level multiplied by a million, and it just keeps getting better. Maybe it's TMI, but instead of thinking "when WAS the last time we've had sex", now it's "when WAS the last time/place we didn't have sex?". Let alone the level of intensity is crazy and we're constantly doing new/different things without even thinking about it.

I also wanted to post this in my thread this morning, but thought it was also too much, but I think it fits here just to give you an example of how much it helps things. This morning, as always, (x)W texted me to let me know she got to work ok. I replied back to have a great day, blah blah blah. Suffice it to say, all morning long I had been thinking of when I got out of bed, (x)W rolled with her backside facing the doorway, and well, after a "long night" bottomless. Inbetween each cup of coffee I went back to the doorway just to admire the innocent beauty of this. Well, I ended up sending another message confessing this and wishing I had the day off.

The reply? We'll just say it's going to be another busy night. Point is, this is something we've never really done and really played a part in the breakdown of the M. I had always been bashful, go firgure I can crack dirty jokes all day, but couldn't tell my wife how much I couldn't stop looking at her "sweet a- - " and that is EXACTLY what she want to hear.

Alright, I rambled off, but the point is, I REALLY think you need to achieve this someway, somehow with Gabe, quickly. Otherwise, when the "honeymoon" ends here, and trust me, it will, I fear what's going to happen.