
I've been thinking about popping in and finally did it. I hope you all don't mind.
Limerence is a great word. I've never felt it while married. I don't get out much.
Wait. Does it count if it's completely imaginary? Because that's been happening to me a little bit lately. My dh is a generous, loving guy and a very good husband, and I love him dearly, but he's dropped the ball a little this fall when it's come to my health issues. He's been very busy and stressed at work on a big project, and maybe too it's that he's a typical guy who seems to worry less about these kinds of things than we might ... but I've been surprised and hurt by how little attention he's paid to what's going on with me. I realized recently that he doesn't even know my exact issues. He'd be clueless if he had to explain it to someone. It's not that I haven't talked to him about it, either. It just seems to float over his head. Most of the time, I'm able to forgive this. I'm focused on the positive and consciously letting go of petty resentment. But I find that whenever I imagine seeing a new doctor (which is happening often these days -- I'll be meeting some new ones soon, and since I live a lot in my head, I constantly imagine how the meetings will go), I fantasize about him or her. I fantasize that the doctor will look into my eyes with fascination as I talk about what's going on. Will ask lots of perceptive, curious, investigative questions. Will give me a thorough, gentle examination -- look at my skin, my fingernails, check my lymph nodes, listen carefully to my heart, slowly and carefully palpate my abdomen. I fantasize that he'll sit up at night thinking about my blood.
That's so dorky, right? But that's what happens. If there's a chink somewhere, we instinctively try to fill it. And I think what's good about that is that it gives us insight into ourselves. It delineates where we are vulnerable, or where we need shoring up, so we can throw in some spackle (love that!).