So the silly season is almost over, and with it goes most of my oomph. I've spent so much time and energy getting ready for everything that I have managed to kick up a handful of chronic health conditions that are not helping much with feeling that festive spirit. I've spent the better part of my day in bed, and not in the glamorous tart sort of way. Every time I've stood up, my body has seriously considered plumetting to the floor. I've hardly felt like any sort of food, and my legs could almost pass as creatures of the savannah. I'm not a well little girl right now. Things like standing, eating, and personal grooming have had to take a back seat.
Sadly, so has sex.
The problem isn't so much that I'm not interested, I am, it just isn't high on my daily to-do list right now. Even when it is, I'm hardly up to hanging from the rafters. I feel bad for Arthur too, doing all the work (and I do mean ALL the work) can't be much fun for him. There is also a very good chance that afterwards I'll just roll over and go to sleep. Not terribly good and giving of me, is it?
It is not easy to have a great sexual relationship when there are chronic health issues at play. It is hard for me knowing that I'm the one that has brought this into our relationship. It is hard on Arthur too, having to see me like this and pick up the slack when I have to let everything go. Keeping the intimacy alive through all of the other goings on can be difficult. I'm perfectly at ease with a cuddle or a softly held hand, a kiss on the head or a beautiful word in my ear, but I'm not sure that is enough to keep Arthur ticking over. It is hard enough wondering if you are anywhere near enough for your partner, but knowing that you can be little more than a lick and a promise for your partner is the absolute pits.
Still, there is little that can be done about things other than be kind to each other and wait for the worst of it to pass. It is a feeling of such powerlessness, but not hopelessness. It WILL pass.
And then we'll fuck like bunnies.
Sadly, so has sex.
The problem isn't so much that I'm not interested, I am, it just isn't high on my daily to-do list right now. Even when it is, I'm hardly up to hanging from the rafters. I feel bad for Arthur too, doing all the work (and I do mean ALL the work) can't be much fun for him. There is also a very good chance that afterwards I'll just roll over and go to sleep. Not terribly good and giving of me, is it?
It is not easy to have a great sexual relationship when there are chronic health issues at play. It is hard for me knowing that I'm the one that has brought this into our relationship. It is hard on Arthur too, having to see me like this and pick up the slack when I have to let everything go. Keeping the intimacy alive through all of the other goings on can be difficult. I'm perfectly at ease with a cuddle or a softly held hand, a kiss on the head or a beautiful word in my ear, but I'm not sure that is enough to keep Arthur ticking over. It is hard enough wondering if you are anywhere near enough for your partner, but knowing that you can be little more than a lick and a promise for your partner is the absolute pits.
Still, there is little that can be done about things other than be kind to each other and wait for the worst of it to pass. It is a feeling of such powerlessness, but not hopelessness. It WILL pass.
And then we'll fuck like bunnies.
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