Thanks for asking. DH and I did do it a couple of weeks ago. This was almost 2 mos. after the last time - if you remember, he had a prostate scare in June, and we were both pretty emotionally wrecked. I decided to just give him some time. My patience was rewarded.
However, that was a couple of weeks ago, and now I'm feeling insecure and unloved again. WHY does sex have to be so important to me?! It just sucks that I feel unloved or threatened when it's been more than about two weeks. Why can't I measure love in other ways?
Just lately, I've been really depressed about my job. We're still understaffed and underpaid, and I think I'm finally reaching a point where I'm starting to feel resentful and have trouble caring as much. I used to be such a fiend for getting a lot of work done. But our workloads are so high, and there's no end in sight. I can work myself to death or I can be the biggest slacker in the universe - and it really doesn't matter, bcs either way, I won't finish everything. This evening DH saw me sitting w/ my head in my hands and after asking what was wrong and I said I was just tired, he said it looked really pathetic. Nice empathy, DH.
In good news though: I read the 5 Love Languages book! I thought I wouldn't like it, but I really did. I finished the whole book w/in 24 hours. In better news: DH and I both scored highest in the "Physical Touch" love language! (Yes, I got him to take the quiz.)
Although actually it's rather puzzling: since this is the case, and he answered questions like "I love having sex with my wife" with the "right" answer [g] - why do we STILL not have much sex?
Well....in the best news of all....he didn't score very high in the "Acts of Service" category. I was worried that if that's what he wants from me, I'm doomed. I loathe, despise, and hate housework. Some of the guys in the book whose favorite love language is "Acts of Service" sound like real asses. They don't need a wife; they need to hire a f*cking maid!
But back to me and DH. Just a few days ago was his mother's birthday (she died almost 7 years ago.) So that could be part of why he's been sort of "blah" on me, not really with me, for the past day or so.
Sometimes I wish both of us could just stop being depressed, unhappy or stressed out...if only we could both feel active and joyful at the same times and really enjoy life together. I love him and I don't think anyone else would suit me nearly as well, but I worry that we're losing each other.
