I think I'm entering this stage myself. While I snuggled my husband last night, after he not just agreed but SUGGESTED I fly out next week to visit Shiny New Boyfriend and my girlfriend-in-law for a professional development thingamajig in their area, I asked myself why I needed more, and whether it was fair to him. It haunted me until I fell asleep.
I think the thing that's bothering me is I don't "need" more, but if I don't "need" it, then why (a) should I deserve it and (b) does the idea of not having it ('it' being the freedom to be with SNBF) make me so incredibly sad? Couple that with the guilt of being so incredibly happy while a couple people in my life are watching very long-term relationships crumble rapidly and unexpectedly, plus the cherry on top of having no one to really talk to about it…
Yeah, I feel like an asshole.
I already wear the "selfish" badge with pride now, after years of dealing with it from being childfree, but it's never been angled as a judgment on how I feel for my husband, and that makes me feel really uncomfortable, to think I'm taking something away from him
But I have to remind myself that it's all in MY head. My husband's supportive — DUH, he keeps making that perfectly clear with his actions over, and over, and over again. He's happy I'm happy and I think he likes seeing me in love. Plus, bonus, he's reaping the benefits of the lovey energy. And, quite frankly, I'd have to be acting like an asshole to be an asshole. There would be manipulation involved. Possibly an ultimatum and lots of awkwardness and deception. But we're simply communicating about this just as we communicate about buying a sofa or deciding where to go for dinner. It's just another element in our relationship.
As my girlfriend-in-law likes to say, "don't look for trouble; it'll find you well enough on its own damn time." These days, this is becoming my mantra.