Paintergirl
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- Aug 18, 2015
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Not Alone
Reading through everyone's stories in this thread, feeling a little less isolated...
Ill have been married thirty years next month, had maybe a dozen instances of sexual contact in the last seventeen years, and that includes two bjs I had to beg to be allowed to give a year and a half ago...
When I first got a user name here, I thought it was just about the lack of sex. I'd tried talking to husband about it repeatedly, finally telling him:"I have to talk about sex and have sex,even if it's not with you." He said "Okay." And ruled over and went to sleep. It wasn't the answer I expected, and it hurt. A lot.
That was a year and a half ago, and nothing has changed.I have realized that it's not just sex, it's the fact that I get no physical contact whatsoever. He sleeps in his own room (unless the college age kids are home) and doesn't hug or touch or kiss me. He touches the dogs more than he does me.
I can't do thirty more years of this. I think I'd rather actually BE alone and feel isolated than live like this.
And one thing I've realized talking with people here on Lit is that this is way more common than I'd have ever imagined...
Reading through everyone's stories in this thread, feeling a little less isolated...
Ill have been married thirty years next month, had maybe a dozen instances of sexual contact in the last seventeen years, and that includes two bjs I had to beg to be allowed to give a year and a half ago...
When I first got a user name here, I thought it was just about the lack of sex. I'd tried talking to husband about it repeatedly, finally telling him:"I have to talk about sex and have sex,even if it's not with you." He said "Okay." And ruled over and went to sleep. It wasn't the answer I expected, and it hurt. A lot.
That was a year and a half ago, and nothing has changed.I have realized that it's not just sex, it's the fact that I get no physical contact whatsoever. He sleeps in his own room (unless the college age kids are home) and doesn't hug or touch or kiss me. He touches the dogs more than he does me.
I can't do thirty more years of this. I think I'd rather actually BE alone and feel isolated than live like this.
And one thing I've realized talking with people here on Lit is that this is way more common than I'd have ever imagined...