“A woman is a lot like an old car. How many times on a cold morning, when you really needed it, she wouldn’t turn over?” – Rodney Dangerfield
I said I was going to vent, but then I didn’t have anything real specific to vent about. But if I dig deep enough or hold out long enough, something is bound to turn up. It always does.
Thinking on the discussion of my last post, it will be interesting to see if/when we ever get into moving in a more concrete direction and towards some tangible solutions. Arwyn has been going along with this, which is more than I can say about any of the other things that I have tried. That’s something, right there. It will be interesting to see if she is the one to cut and run when or if we get into deeper waters. She’s gotten better at introspection thanks somewhat to her 12-step group. However, when it comes to actually doing something, she is a lot less committed and resilient. That’s where I start to have problems with therapy based more on talk than actual behavior. People seem to believe that they can talk themselves in to or out of anything regardless of what they actually do. Verbal behavior is a starting point, but if that’s all there is, we might as well live apart and talk on the phone.
When I said Arwyn had turned her sleeping posture where her head is at my head, it’s worth pointing out that this is not a consistent thing. Some nights, her head is at the other end of the bed but this seems to be happening less and less. However, she is still wrapped in a totally separate blanket, so there isn’t even any shared body heat during the cold nights. She’d rather wear extra layers of clothing.
This morning, I did try snuggling up a bit before the alarm went off. I would classify this as trying to initiate something. What I’m initiating, I’m not sure. Physical intimacy of some sort, certainly. I snuggled into her back and put my arm around her and when my hand landed on her breast, she didn’t jerk away. But neither did I get any encouragement. Of any sort. In fact, Arwyn was inching over…in the opposite direction away from me until she finally spoke up and complained that I was pushing her off the bed.
It was a bit chilly because Arwyn had the fan on, but it became obvious that there was no warmth to be had there. So I curled up completely under the blankets (which I suppose you could call my blankets) and determined that I needed to warm and comfort myself. And then the alrm went off. She felt around for my face to give me a good morning kiss and discovered I was totally underneath them, pulled them back,giggled and kissed me before padding off to the shower.
We are coming up to a certain anniversary celibation I entitled last year 442. That was the number of days we had gone without any sort of sexual encounter. At this point we are at day 355. If we get to 442 again, I don’t think it would be unfair to say that we might be beyond the skills of this particular Christian sex therapist. We already have a baseline and it is pretty low. It’s not as if we’re setting a high standard and asking to go to 2x a day here. It just has to be better than the previous year. How hard can that be? Is that asking to much?