Does your husband have to do a jig…
…written according to *your* dance steps…
…in order to “get” sex?
Does he have to follow a particular formula in order? Does he have to (effectively) win the lottery? Is there an unwritten set of rules that he needs to do *something*– do the dishes, get the kids to bed in the way you want him to, respond exactly right all night long– in order to win you at the prize at the end?
Or… are you available to him? Are you a willing wife? Does your husband feel the freedom to simply ask, “Want to make love tonight?”
What if today was the day you decided to never again make him figure out the formula, and you just decided to be all his, all the way, every time, no matter what?
What if you told him he could just– simply– ask?
Would your relationship with him change, do you think, if he didn’t feel like he had to hint, ask in just the right way, serve, hop on one leg, all according to the right particulars, in order to get you to be willing to be intimate with him?
What if he didn’t have to do a jig any more, ever?