Well as of last night in the first month of 2023 C and I have had more sex than B and I did for the entirety of 2020 and probably 2021. That's kind of sad. It's a factual statement but it doesn't make it any less depressing. We cared about each other, sure, but there clearly was no physical connection, was there? As frustrating as these last 9 months have been, I know in my heart I am on the right path. I know that in the long run this is the best thing for me. I feel more loved, more desired, more cared about both physically and emotionally than I have in years. I can't deny or ignore that. This concept of touch is so important. I remember writing 10 years ago when I was still single how much I was longing for touch. Not sex, just touch and closeness. I have it now. It brings me joy.
Worked on a huge document yesterday and got it done around 1pm. Big accomplishment as it's needed for this week's webinar. Plus it's been languishing in someone else's hands for months. I buckled down and knocked it out. Made people happy and I got to look like the hero. We made indian food for dinner, played some video games, had bedroom fun, and went to bed. A good day was had by all.
Today I have voice therapy and then a physical at 3pm. Nervous about that, but it is what it is.
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