this morning #1535.
this morning, i was trying to remember the last time that we had sex. it’d been weeks. months? there once was a time, before the kids, before our last move, WAY before the fire that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. there once was a time. tonight, i know he’s going to try. i’m going to let him. hotel room setting be damned. i can feel it in the air. he’s feeling more masculine than usual. after what we’ve gone through, he has every right to feel that way. at the end of the day, we prevailed. he redeemed himself by saving our family. it’s kinda hot. would i have preferred that he enacted swift revenge for our near death? yes. still, we get to start fresh. if that reboot includes more sex, i’ll take it.