Sex life stil sporadic as is our time together. As said love him for more than sex, but as a bit on the side feel I should be getting more than I am.

All sorts of things have happened and I'm pissed off with his wife's 'vulnerability' - her winning hand.

There's a Shaw play where a poet is in love with the vicar's wife and she chooses the weak man. Vicar is crushed, but poet realises that she means vicar not him.

Due to certain life experiences I am very aware of the tyranny of te apparently weak.

I am not a victim - If only I had energy to proactively look for lovers...