Beyond sex. A lot of physical contact, massage, foot rubs, washing her hair for her. Doing more than half of the household work (all of it when she had a heavy client schedule). Making her favorite “comfort foods” when I thought she was feeling down. No-reason presents, sometimes quite lavish. Rather than buying her a new car, I had a classic sports car that I knew she loved restored in her favorite colors (and got rid of all the British electrical demons). I was always “right there” when her unpredictable PTSD triggered and learned what was necessary to soothe and bring her down. I always tried to be the point of stability that she could venture into the world from. She knew that my love was absolute, unconditional and eternal.