Your impotence matters. Do you know how impossible it is for me to respect you as a man when we have no sex or physical intimacy between us? How impossible it is for me to understand that you would rather remain in a sexless marriage and have an unhappy wife, rather than talk to a Doctor about getting medication to enable you to at least get hard? I feel like you have avoided sex with me our entire marriage, as a means of control; the passive aggressive way you deal with me. Now that you finally have the non responsive body you always wanted, you hide your limp and unresponsive penis, though I know it’s there in its very absence.
The sad thing is that even while I am completely aware of your emotional and physical issues that prevent sex between us, every night when we go to bed, I am struck with the knowledge as if it were a fresh slap on a raw wound. My sexually frustrated body prevents my tired mind from sleeping. I feel your hand on my hip and my body wants to respond to it, arch back to accept something that will never come into me, by you. I am aware of you and still stupidly, sexually attracted to you, yet I get no satisfaction from you, ever, and it leaves me resentful that you touch me at all, in the first place. It just reminds me of everything you aren’t and what you don’t do to me.