(I am guessing this will be a longish post, but battery nearly gone, so it might be in 2 parts. Need to get it off my chest before I 'forget' )
I have had a weekend alone, DH gone on a long planned golf trip.
After 8 weeks in separate rooms. Very little contact except basic day to day stuff. I decided try to make it work.
He organised a nice weekend away. Well it was really a family reunion, celebrating the life of Descendant who was a convict who was transported to Australia, turned his life around, and became quite well to do, a respected member of the community.
I told DH that despite 24 years of research, I did not want to go. Did not want to face his family feeling like this and pretending.
He booked anyway, flight and accom for my birthday. We actually had a great time. I think the distraction of the occasion and meeting family members was a distraction. Wasn't just about "us"
My effort was romantic picnic.
Well, basically I HATE sex. Guess one of the reasons I got blamed.
Since all this, I have become obsessed. Sex, sex, and more sex.
Go shopping first place I head to is underwear section, buy some nice knickers and nighty.
Going online, looking at sex shopping online. Don't think I can go that far.
I feel like it is "honeymoon" stage.
Well, weekend away I have also done a lot of reading .. Came across Hysterical Bonding.