My Perfect Husband
I have to constantly remind myself that my husband is already perfect. He doesn't need fixing by me. Just because he does not want sex as much as I do, or as dirty as I do, there is nothing worng with him.
What I do wonder then, is there something wrong with our relationship. Has it always been the wrong relationship. I remember it and him being more passionate, but truthfully I have to remember that even in our early days of lust he was always more reserved than me.
Because my mum was divorced, I grew up seeing the benefits of single life. There are no compromises to make, you watch what you want on the TV, eat what you want and sleep when you want. In these enlightened times of casual internet sex, I expect it would be easy to get laid when you want too. I used to dream of this hedonistic existenence, with no one to answer to, and just a good time to be had. When we did live apart it was nice to watch what I wanted, it was even better to eat what and when I wanted, but it was lonely. Bone chillingly lonely. No-one to comment on the day or the news with and missed him dreadfully.
I have to remind myself of this frequently when I see a nice single place up for rent, and I dream of my idylic single girl life style.
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