I understand that relationships cannot always be simple, but the endless tossing and turning over "how much is too much?" and "what are our boundaries?" and "what are our desires and motivations?" or "why are we being so legalistic?"—It's just not worth it.
There has to be some healthy balance.
When everything else is frustrating, and the day has come and gone with it's share of challenges, and family is straining, and responsibilities are intimidating, intimacy is my sanctuary. His understanding, sympathy, unconditional presence, comfort, adoration, his unspoken affection, it's my haven.
Why must I surrender intimacy? I don't want to give up this fight, not this one. Not when I've found this truth. I want to hold it, and cherish it, and stow it away. I must find balance.
