“Now that we’re having sex regularly, I’m totally okay with just cuddling.”
This is what the husband called me at work to tell me. Why? I think it was his endearing way of indicating he wasn’t mad that I rebuffed his attempt at morning sex. I didn’t say no, so much as rolled over and continued snoring because I haven’t been going to bed earlier than 3 AM, thus causing my body to reject mornings and anything rise or shiny. In my husband’s defense, he’s happier about the way we are connecting, so I think he was trying to make sure I knew that this morning incident had in no way changed that.
I’ve been trying this thing where I say yes to intimacy more than I say no. It has done more for our marriage than those counseling visits. Sex alone can’t fix a broken relationship, but intimacy on physical, emotional and verbal levels was the effing holy grail to my marriage.
My advice (to be taken with a grain of salt because I don’t know your life): say yes to quickies while the kids are still awake in another room and elaborate when he asks you how your day was. Let that man in, it’s what I wasn’t doing before and it nearly broke us.
Post Scriptum: Valentine’s Day was epic.
What did you say?