First I’d slap him up side the head with a magazine (all right no I wouldn't, but I’d want too) and ask him.
Why did you belittle me when I shared my most intimate fantasy of this with you?
Why do you tell me you have a headache when I crawl up the bed and lick your thigh?
Why do you take any “please let’s try this” as a “Your not good enough.”
Why am I never good enough?
I could go on awhile but that is the basics.
I believe what I am doing here is keeping me from exploding. I know I’m guilty, but honestly I don’t feel guilty. I feel like this is the bandage for my marriage. I don’t harass him for sex, I don’t beg for hugs that are as satisfying as hugging a telephone pole. I'm waiting this period of our life out, and I hope I'm patient enough to win because in general this man is the best husband a woman could ask for, he's just in a stressfull, yucky period in his life.
It’s so hard not to judge. I do it myself everyday. I must admit in the last 5 years so many perceptions have changed. Who would ever believe that I would be come a prolific porn writer, an exhibitionist, and a person with so many wonderful friends I’ll never meet?
Sending Giggly hugs out in all directions.