~ DO ~ NOT ~ stand there and try to convince me of the lies you tell yourself.
You say we have sex ‘all the time’ but to YOU ‘all the time’ is every 2 months. ~ Two months ~ When I say to you “You realize the last time we had sex was 8 weeks ago”, you get pissy and deny the time frame and say “No, it wasn’t! We have sex ALL THE TIME!” I track when we have sex with an app – so don’t tell me I am unaware.
Don’t you ~ dare ~ comment on my ‘mood’ because you created it by denying me a normal sexual life, so you can fucking live with my mood …besides, how can I be frustrated from lack of sex when according to your logic, we have sex ‘all the time’.
There is no ‘we’ in our sex life. In my mind, there is denial of clearly expressed needs on one side and extreme frustration interspersed with indifference on the other. And from his view, there is rampant and voracious sexual escapades and with random and unwarranted moodiness on the other.
God help me but I can’t do this anymore. I need a sex life and if he won’t step up to the plate then it’s time I accept one of the offers from a man willing to use his body to please mine. That or start drinking during the day and getting a prescription for an exceptionally strong anti depressant in hopes it chemically castrates my normal sex drive.
Vagina’s were meant to be penetrated and it’s time mine was. All he wants from me is my “normalized mood” and that comes with lack of sexual frustration and so my getting sexually satisfied from another man, is simply giving him the only thing he is looking for. Then he doesn’t have to worry about the effort needed to touch me.