Lyrica

Lyrica is a drug, used to treat "neuropathic" (i.e. 'sick nerves') pain. Dee started taking it a few days ago. This past weekend she asked me to change the sheets on our bed, and last night she slept there for the first time in many months; she had been on the recliner in the living room before that. I haven't talked to her yet this morning (I left for work before she woke up) but I hope that she doesn't wake up in terrible pain for having slept there. Because it wasn't until she came back to the bed that I realized how much I missed her presence there.

Nothing to Say

Things haven't changed much. Counseling is over (costs too much) and communication has slowed to a crawl.

I started this blog with a hope that my experiences would help other people in similar circumstances, but I can't see how month after month of same-old-same-old will help anyone.

I'm sorry.

I will post if anything changes, either for the better or for the worse, but if it isn't already obvious, this blog is on indefinite hiatus.

"On Dry Spells" by Audacia Ray

First, go read this post by Audacia Ray.

Done?

Good.

Just because I'm not having sex with my wife doesn't mean I'm not having sex.

It doesn't mean I'm "missing out". It doesn't mean our relationship is damaged or weak or wrong. It just means we're not having sex.

And that's all.

Now that's not to say that not having sex with my wife is a good thing. It still hurts and it still feels like there's something between us. But "fixing" that wouldn't magically make everything else into puppies and sunshine.

Through my writing and reading, and the masturbation sessions they inspire, I have sex.

I have a sex life.

Learning this has been an incredible revelation. I relief, really.

Thank you, Audacia Ray.