I had a hiccup a few weeks ago, but generally things with me have progressed by magnitudes over the past couple of years.

Things are going well....

Took the kids over the long weekend to the other coast to see family, wife stayed home, essentially 5 days to herself. Communication while I was gone was essentially a video call when I arrived at my brother's so she could say hi, and 2-3 texts (i.e. "On schedule, see you at the airport"). Other than that, radio silence. It was wonderfully relaxing.

Upon my return, after the kids are in bed, building up to caveman time, she informs me that she masturbated twice while I was gone, thinking about me & my hands around her neck. This from a wife, who, a couple short years ago, just was NOT interested in anything sexy.

Now if you would've told me when I first got married that women wanted aggressive fucking (NOT lovemaking), and get turned on by you minding your own business & essentially ignoring them, I would've thought you were crazy. After having my eyes opened in the past couple years, and judging from the muffled screams on Wednesday night, I'd say the proof is in the orgasmic pudding.

Thank you gentlemen.

The road is long, and takes effort. But shit, it's worth it.

Edit - fucking typos