Treat it as depression/grief. Treat it as a "death in the family" and something female went amiss. See what you can come up with to bolster her "feminism". Don't go over board to a longerie store with little lace goodies, but something sharp yet not provocative. Something that if he parents were in the room she'd be proud of. What are her "special moments"? Flowers, Archery, the Range, Golf, Dinner and Movies?...Help her get out of her rut.

I don't want to turn you into MrMom but would it kill ya to run the vac? (which hurts the gut anyway if your preggers or what have you) Is there anyway you could turn the housework into a team deal? Working TOGETHER no blame? I believe you have to reattach to eachother.

Also what I was asking before is how long were you called away in the past? 2 months in a row? 6?

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At one point about 2 years ago she told me that she didnt think I loved her and she didnt love me but I think we have emotionally fixed that. We have two dogs also that she would rather sleep with than me. We our moving and when i say im not the dogs then she says if they dont go she wont go.




There is a book called the 5 Love Languages. It indicates different people show love in different ways. What way does she show love to you? Special attention to your laundry? Bringing home DVD's you like? The book talks of "service, afirmation, making love/sex, buying gifts" and I can't remember the last. It indicates that a thing like running errands for one may be as gratifying as a 5 hr roll in the sack for another in showing love to another. Typically the person is wired to "give" what they want to recieve.

Atm the dogs may give love to her, attention, afirmation, waggin tales without all the social hangups of a bruised relationship. They may also be the "children" she is lamenting at the moment. Yea, treat em as sacrid atm. To demand they go would be a mistake. Hopefully they don't eat at the table or other excentric things.

Last edited by LostGal; 10/27/05 11:07 PM.

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