I run a couple of fitness e-courses.
(The next one begins on March 9th, and if you want to get in shape and tighten up and just become more active overall with some real moms dealing with real life, click here).
Anyway, I’ve got two different groups running right now. And we have all become close. And one of the ways we support each other is through discussions in a closed Facebook group.
Both groups started out focusing mainly on exercise, but over time these groups inevitably open up more and more and offer support to each other in other areas.
So the past two weeks have been not been great for me. And I shared what had been going on with me with everyone else in the e-courses.
And there were quite a few ladies who related to what I said.
So I wasn’t going to share it here on the blog. But now I am.
Because while it may be a little too much information, I think it’s important.
Those of you who have been around a little while know that my husband and I have been going through financial difficulties for quite some time.
This alone takes a toll on a relationship.
Combine that with all the other shit going on in a marriage and with way too many kids (or even one kid) and you can have a potential recipe for disaster.
So my husband and I have been going through a really rough patch.
Like the worst one ever.
Like to the point where we were only communicating via text.
Now the financial difficulties are a large part of the problem.
Because they cause stress.
But also because our insurance does not cover our therapist.
And every time we go we have to pay $100 out of pocket.
So we hadn’t been to therapy in about 6 weeks.
Last Thursday we were able to go.
Thank God.
We walked into that office feeling like enemies, and we walked out feeling like we were on the same team again.
We’ve got lots of shit to figure out still, but at least we had moved up a couple rungs from War of the Roses status.
Part of our problem was that we were spending zero time together.
Literally none.
For like 6 weeks.
It had been at least that long since we had had sex.
And when I shared this with the ladies in my e-courses, there were several of them who related.
Not so much to the not getting along at all part, but to the lack of sex part.
Some of them were having sex even less than I was.
Which is why I’m sharing this story.
Our therapist gave us an assignment.
We were to have sex three times before we saw her a week later.
That’s more times than we’ve had sex in the last three months. Easily.
I thought it was just me and my husband. But I quickly learned I was wrong.
So I’m throwing it out there to you all.
Take the challenge.
One week. Three times.
Show this to your husband or wife.
And whoever initiates sex the least between the two of you must be the initiator all three times. Those were the rules for us.
It’s made a big difference for us.
But we are still down one round with only one night left.
Tomorrow is therapy day.
So I’ve got to go.
I’ve got to finish my homework.
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