Very interesting weekend in the Bogart household. Just when you think it's all going one way, I get thrown a curve.Friday, the wife took the kids a couple of hours out of town for a family graduation. I followed up Saturday with one of her brothers in tow. I ended up Friday night going and having dinner with my parents and a very long, very good conversation on everything that is going on. They gave a ton of input, listened a lot, realized that I have not rushed into anything, and I left that night confident that things are likely not to change, and while I need to see this thing out, be ready for a divorce. They agreed and are ready to support.Saturday morning, made the drive out my brother in law for a graduation party for my niece. Wife and I did everything we could to stay away from each other, or at least felt that way. We only talked when dealing with the kids. You could tell my wife was upset most of the day, people in her family coming up and asking me what was going on, etc. Finally, at the end of the night as we are loading up the cars to leave, we get alone and both unload everything we are thinking. I didn't think she was taking the counseling seriously, she thought I was only finding affection if she was ripping my clothes off, I bring up our anniversary again and how I can't be anymore romantic than that, and she couldn't get back to her laptop fast enough. Etc, etc, etc. I told her that I thought she wanted a change and she claimed that she didn't. We ended the conversation very tense, got everyone loaded and on the road. Stopped a couple of times for gas, drinks, bathroom and each time, she held my hand, said she wanted it to work. We kissed some. Sunday morning we get up and she starts on a project I have been asking for her to do for some time. She makes some trips to Goodwill, Half Price Books, etc, just getting rid of all kinds of stuff in our garage. I have a pretty good day playing with the kids and doing some things around the house. She comes up to me and tells me that she has a surprise for me. She makes me close my eyes and leads me into the bedroom. I am expecting that she has cleared off another shelf of stuff, or emptied the junk our of our closet. Instead, I open my eyes to find three new sets of lingerie laying on the bed. She tells me to pick, I do, and she says she is going to wear one of these for me every week. We take the family out for ice cream and just enjoy each other. I get the kids to bed while she gets ready, I get cleaned up and shave and we have the sexy time. Good sexy time. Best in years.

We almost have it again the next morning, but get interrupted early on. But the fact that she was willing to in the morning which she has never been willing to do, spoke volumes. We spent the rest of the day finishing up projects and watched something on TV last night together for the first time in a long time.So, yeah, really REALLY good weekend. Was it the communication? Was it the subtle changes I have been making? Was it a last desperation move by her realizing where this relationship was heading? I don't know. This does NOT fix everything. There is still many things to fix, and if I had to place a bet, I still don't see this ending with us together. But it is a step in the right direction.We are both reading "The Five Love Languages" and both have defined what our love languages are, and are doing everything we are suppose to be doing before our next session. We will see where it goes from here.