This Married Couple Had Sex Every Day For An Entire Year

I no longer freak out if two weeks pass and we forget to have sex, because we work to connect in other ways. Intimacy doesn’t always mean penetration. Sometimes it’s making out on the couch like teenagers, sometimes it’s Andy triple checking the DVR to make sure all my fall TV shows are set to record. We all get to decide what turns us on. The point is, the effort to show love to each other is there.

Lastly, I learned that I am a better wife, a better mother and a better woman when I take the time to be secure in my relationship and selfish about feeling good about myself. I am not the best version of myself when I am insecure and panicky. I’m basically a walking vague relationship Facebook post.

I am so much more focused when worrying about my sex life is off the table. Or on the table, depending on if it’s a school day and Andy calls off work. Okay, enough sex puns.

Having regular sex with my husband isn’t making my marriage divorce-proof or immune to infidelity or angst, but it is helping me feel confident enough in my skin to survive it if it does happen.

I used to joke that I never wanted to have to be in a position to date again, because my body wasn’t “showroom ready.” While I naturally hope to stay married to Andy until the end of time, and should I die first, haunt him, I don’t have that fear anymore, because my definition of desirable has changed.

It was never about anyone wanting me, it was about me wanting myself. And it only took an entire year of getting laid to figure that out.