Hey HD! I am SO sorry to see that things haven't changed between you and Mrs. HD. I applaud you for enduring your situation, and for still being here to help the rest of us along.
Ya, maybe I should have had H sign some kind of sex contract before we moved. Actually, I vowed to myself that *I* would be a different person when we moved, and I really have been. I have kept our new house clean and tidy (getting rid of six billion truckloads of "stuff" before we moved really helped), always have a hot dinner waiting when he gets home, been more attentive to him in terms of just general affection & back rubs, made sure he always has clean shirts/undies/socks to wear...etc. In other words, I've become super-wife! Or, to say it better, I've defined my role in this family. (Something I've really struggled with in the three years since I went from fulltime professional woman to stay-at-home-mom.)
ANYWAY...part of this 180 on my part was my intention of doing a 180 in the bedroom too. But I find myself almost paralyzed. Seriously, I will think all day about initiating sex that night, and going over all the possible scenarios/excuses in my head, and by the time he gets home I am already mad at him and he hasn't done anything! You are totally right that if I don't initiate I don't give him the chance to say yes. Ugh, I HATE THIS!!!
I know, I know. I need counseling. I will try to squeeze that in somewhere between the three kids, the new house, my home business, and sitting here feeling sorry for myself. Sigh.
