It’s been rather hard getting any of what my mom euphemistically calls “intimacy” lately. I don’t know if it’s because of:
- our houseguests (the storm-swept detritus of Hurricane Katrina)
- if he’s really just not in the mood
- if it’s me
- if he feels guilty (I can’t imagine losing someone I’ve been with for 10 years)
- or what.
I just wear my little tank tops and panties to bed and cuddle him every night. And hope for the best.
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