It's true sometimes. I don't want to kiss my husband. I don't want to hug him. I don't want to hold his hand. Sometimes, I don't even want to be in the same room with him. Any of these anti-desires can come over me when I'm mad at him, but honestly they can come over me when I'm just busy too. I'm reading a thread on Facebook. Can't he see that I'm reading something? I'm getting ready to go to church. Seriously, we're going to be late if I stop for a kiss. I need to get into that store to buy something for tomorrow before it closes. This is not time for a leisurely stroll with you. If this were every once in a while, then it would probably be no big deal, but I'm sorry to say that this is a pretty regular occurrence for me, for us, for my family. I'm a task-oriented girl, and when I have my mind set on something, I rarely want to switch gears. I've got to do the thing. The person is a distraction at best, an impediment at ...