I wish I felt positive as you seem to. I just feel a little numb. In my H's world getting a peanut butter sandwich rates above me on most days. Smearing the pb on my body and having some fun is not ever in the picture.
Is it real love? I love him. What he seems to feel for me is kind of like the person with excellent dietary control who allows themselves a chocolate bar once/month. They keep it in their drawer until their treat day rolls around. Then they get get the candy bar out, savor it a little but not too long since they've been waiting for a month and eat it knowing that they arent' willing to have another candy bar for another month. If they had the candy more frequently they might need to change other things - watch calories, exercise harder etc... Instead they just have that one a month. I am an occasional indulgence to my H. My sexual needs seem to be incidental and sometimes an outright annoyance. I know actual couples who experience real love, with all its ups and downs and have regular sex too.
