When Love Runs Out

I've written a few posts about my marriage and family life and most of them have been all hearts and flowers.
But that isn't always the case.
Sometimes the fairytale turns into Craptasia.

Is anyone's marriage happy ALL the time?

I've read quite a few books about relationships (yes, even Dr Phil's) and although I cannot remember where I read it, the analogy of the 'Love Bank' has always stuck with me.
A relationship is just like a bank account.
Daily or regular deposits mean the account is always topped up.
Hurtful or nasty encounters are withdrawals and leave the realationship feeling depleted of love.
All accounts have deposits and withdrawals but as long as the balance doesn't run into the negative, all should be good.
So what happens when love runs out?
Do you get to the point where there have been more withdrawals than deposits?

Of course this post was brought on by a rough patch.
It was a bit of a lengthy one, too.
But don't worry, all is good again.

I've been around long enough, and watched enough Oprah, to know what I should be doing.
But actually doing it is another thing.
The two things that are the most difficult for me, and my husband, are...

talking about our problems
and
not fighting in front of the kids

Fortunately we don't do the fighting one very often, but I feel sick with guilt when we do.
And both of us have the tendancy to clam up when we're annoyed or upset with each other.

I'm not good at saying sorry.
I'm good at getting angry and feeling hard done by.
But I hardly ever say sorry.

Fortunately, both of us respond to hugs.
It doesn't matter who, but when one of us feel it's time to call a truce all we do is give each other a hug and that means all is right again.

What do you do when your love life is running on empty?