Thanks. I'm up tonight because the coyotes were barking so loud out in back of my house that I couldn't sleep! Finally it's started to rain, so maybe that will slow them down. Last week our dog was attacked by something and had to have six stitches in his head. We think it was a javelina. It's sometimes scary out here in the country at night.
I assure you I'm not demanding any sex from my bf. I have never demanded, and certainly never acted like I "damn well deserve it." You're mistaking me for his ex-- he does the same thing. I may not be terribly diplomatic on this board, but I'm reasonably gentle in person. I also realize that he's still recovering from quad bypass surgery, he's out of work (therefore no insurance), no savings, has a mom who needs a keeper, shares custody of twin teenage girls (and has never missed child support until NOW when he has virtually no income except unemployment), and-- the biggie-- has given up drinking after a lifetime of drinking. He's very much in crisis. He's treading water. I'm the one who, after he told me about the chest pains, gave him two aspirin to chew, and drove him to the ER. I was supposed to be out of town that weekend and the trip got cancelled. Good thing, because I'm sure he wouldn't have gone. He told me afterward that he had had chest pains a couple of months before, but hadn't said anything at the time. It was out here at my house, one hour from the nearest hospital. I'm somewhat burnt out. My husband, who died four years ago, was chronically ill. I'm real burnt out. Frankly, I'd like some physical nurturing, but I'm not pressuring him for anything at the moment.
Clearly, for my own sake, these are issues I need to reach some resolution on, or they will keep coming up. The man I dated before my husband also had heart problems. The three men I have loved in the last 20 years (before my bf) are all dead now. Yikes! What's up with that?
I think you're right. We need to meet each other halfway. Frankly, I don't know how much he can give at this point.
I'm up tonight because the coyotes were barking so loud out in back of my house that I couldn't sleep! Finally it's started to rain, so maybe that will slow them down. Last week our dog was attacked by something and had to have six stitches in his head. We think it was a javelina. It's sometimes scary out here in the country at night. 
I may not be terribly diplomatic on this board, but I'm reasonably gentle in person. I also realize that he's still recovering from quad bypass surgery, he's out of work (therefore no insurance), no savings, has a mom who needs a keeper, shares custody of twin teenage girls (and has never missed child support until NOW when he has virtually no income except unemployment), and-- the biggie-- has given up drinking after a lifetime of drinking. He's very much in crisis. He's treading water. I'm the one who, after he told me about the chest pains, gave him two aspirin to chew, and drove him to the ER. I was supposed to be out of town that weekend and the trip got cancelled. Good thing, because I'm sure he wouldn't have gone. He told me afterward that he had had chest pains a couple of months before, but hadn't said anything at the time. It was out here at my house, one hour from the nearest hospital. I'm somewhat burnt out. My husband, who died four years ago, was chronically ill. I'm real burnt out. Frankly, I'd like some physical nurturing, but I'm not pressuring him for anything at the moment. 