How Pathetic Am I?

My husband is not a very affectionate man. He grew up only seeing his parents kiss a handful of times and spent ten years in a loveless marriage; I know this, I get it, I understand. I, on the other hand, am an affection junkie. I need those light unnecessary touches and frequent kisses. Superdad knows this, gets it, and understands. He does what he can to give me my much needed affection.

So last night his son climbed into bed with us because he was upset and Superdad did the most natural thing in the world, rolled over and wrapped his arms around him. I got so jealous; I mean spitting nails seeing red jealous. All I could think was, “when was the last time he wrapped his arms around me in bed”. It’s not the first time I’ve been jealous towards the affection he so naturally bestows upon his kids.

I know it’s pathetic. I know that I’m acting like a spoiled child and afterwards I feel guilty for my thoughts. I realize how much he tries to fulfill my needs, but I just wish it was natural and as necessary to him as it is to me.