Still out for a few more days but am able to update at the moment:
I’m updating remotely via my PDA from somewhere in the Minnesota northwoods on one of those 10,000 lakes. It’s quite a bit cooler here than what we are used to in Georgia! And cool weather means good snuggling weather, right?
One would think.
To summarize our vacation so far: the boys had a blast on the farm in Iowa with the grandparents. I got to see some friends that I haven’t seen in 25 years or so. And there has been no vacation sex. Not even a hand job, which I wouldn’t think would be too much trouble. But that’s just me.
This is Arwyn’s native country, where she grew up. The last time we were on this lake was almost 11 years ago during our honeymoon. I think we only spent 3 or 4 days here before heading back to Georgia. There were a few unspeakable things that happened in this cabin. There were a few things that happened here that would never happen again here or anywhere else.
On our wedding night, Arwyn gave me a brief fashion show of the various lingerie pieces she had gotten during the various wedding showers. She looked absolutely fabulous in everyone one. But she would never wear most of them ever again. Ever.
There was one she would wear once or twice again. It was a lovely lacey little number with a snap crotch. I remember unsnapping that and going at her pussy with my tongue with gusto and enthusiasm. I’m certainly glad I have that distant memory because it would be the very last time I would ever get to taste the fruits in Arwyn’s garden of delights.
So last night after the boys were tucked into beds set up in the room where we had consummated our marriage, I thought we could at least try to be physically affectionate to each other for a bit before her father came back from working at a store. I did not expect sex, but hugging and kissing would be nice.
That went over like a lead duck.
I find my patience with this evasiveness growing thin.
Much less windy and cool on the lake today. The boys are having a grand time swimming and fishing and taking boat rides out on the lake. But relationship wise, we seem to be in the middle of a deep freeze. Arwyn has been moody and distant today. She has a lot of animosity built up around her dad for all his years of alcoholism. He’s been in recovery for about 30 years, and did have a relapse 8 years ago. Arwyn is still pissed about the 8 year-old transgression. That’s how long this woman can hold a grudge. But she is cordial with her dad and gladly accepts his money and other guilt offerings. But she’s still upset about it.
Her dad is now in his 70’s, have had a couple of heart attacks and could go at any time. I think she really could do well to let his past transgressions go and appreciate the time they have left. Neither of her parents is in good health. They seem to have made some piece with each other these past few years and they do talk to each other once in awhile.
This vacation has been pleasant for the most part. Aside from Arwyn pushing me away when I have tried to be affectionate at night when we’re together, it’s been okay. On the way up we talked some, but not near enough about the things we really and truly needed to talk about. Talking did make the trip seem a lot shorter and less tiring, so perhaps we can do more of that on the way home.