Logistical Talking.

We talked.
We always talk.
It’s why we actually do, beyond all odds and understandings, work.

I can’t get past the boy thing. The unprotected sex. The fact it was with a boy. the fact that it was a friend. The fact that she still pines for him and a manner of sex that I physically can not provide for her. It’s too much for me.

I felt comforted in hearing her say ‘maybe we need to listen to the counselor and focus on us for a while’ (a train of though that I actually thought of, brought up, discussed and supported in detail, and to which the counselor thought it was a good idea. The fact that Erin remembers it as the counselor’s idea is somewhat telling, no?) But comforting none-the-less.

She wants to see about going to see a sex therapist.

She brought up that we work in every other way, but every 3-6 months I bring the sex talk back up. I rebuttled with ‘generally a few weeks after we stop having sex, I’m going to bring it up to talk about. If that happens to be every 3-6 months, I can’t take the total blame for that, no?

I brought up that in a long term relationship, sex does, in fact, matter.

So she brought up the idea of a sex therapist (an idea that several have brought up and that I’ve researched many many times…) 

to which I rebuttled "then you have homework. Find even just a number of a lesbian-friendly sex therapist in Maryland." 

She giggled in understanding that I’d already done the research.

So she resolved to do the research.

She hasn’t yet.

But we did talk. And talking is good. It’s a step. It’s an understanding.

We ended the night both eating ice cream and cuddling under fleece blankets watching Bones reruns so that we’d be watching a couple who can’t get their logistical problems sorted out either…