It was 8AM I am dressed for work, the kids are getting themselves ready for school, and I am sitting on the deck talking with my step-daughter about a family get-together this weekend. Right in the middle of my conversation my husband walks up rubs his hands all over my chest, squeezes me and walks away???

Who was this act for? Was I supposed to get aroused by this? Did he just look up from the table see a pair of boobs and felt like touching them? Was I supposed to think-- oh how wonderful my husband loves my body, I am so appreciated! Or was that his way of saying-- lets drop everything I need a quickie before the kids are done brushing their teeth?

Honestly I just felt like I was groped. I know my attitude is likely totally wrong and if I am going to find a way to have a happy marriage I need to change it. But damn! That act did not get my morning off to a good start.