We overslept after putting the kids to bed. She's tired and went right to bed, while I have some work to do. So nothing frisky, kinky, or remotely intimate tonight.
With my game night, her evening lecture with colleagues, her dislike of intimacy after I've had alcohol (so pub nights are out of the question), her work stress (irrational this time, but I'm still trying to be supportive), and our two nights of separation due to splitting up to take the kids to their preferred activities in different towns - this marks a week of me trying to initiate something. There's no time to chat or play during the day (due to the nature of her work), nor after getting home since the kids need attention, and I fear they're still not getting enough.
This really sucks for any unfortunate soul whose primary love language is physical touch.
Looking forward to better tomorrows, but for tonight, it's #wine night.
