I’m what is known as bi-lingual. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. Those languages are not spoken at my home.
Today is a landmark day for me. 1 month of sobriety. Nothing has really been said about it.
Here is what I was expecting today: a hug, a big fat kiss and a few words about how awesome I was.
Here’s reality, “Hey, I’m one month sober today.”
That was it.
If my languages are to be spoken, I must initiate. I want to be touched- I have to sit next to her at her spot on the couch and snuggle her. I have to spoon her in bed. I supply the touches with precious little touch flowing my direction.
I want a hug or a kiss- I have to track her down, sometimes slink up to her and initiate it. Always.
The 5 Love Languages book speaks about your love tank. Are you keeping each other’s tanks full. Mine is fucking empty, dried out and rusting away.
Will I ever receive a physical touch that I don’t initiate? From where I stand, today, no fucking way.
I do everything I can to heap praise and compliments upon My Bride.
When do I get to feel wanted and loved?