CHAPTER TWO
In the days following the nocturnal blow-job incident, Frank and I prowled around each other like two tigers in a cage. Even the kids could detect something was wrong, and stayed out of our way.
Increasingly I realized that my vow that night that drastic measures had to be taken was a pledge that had to be kept if our marriage was going to be saved. Since Frank seemed to have a vested interest in sulking, I figured it was up to me to start the ball rolling.
I went to the library and checked out all the books available on marriage. However, the so-called answers contained in them were all so predictable and commonplace that they provided no inspiration at all. What I needed was something which would show me how to break the mold that was strangling my marriage, not solidify i
