Saturday, September 21, 2013
Sex. Marriage. Honestly.
The other day someone posted a comment on a very old post, commending me for my honesty. To be honest, I again live in a sexless marriage. For all the gains we made, we've backslid terrifically. The traditional definition of a sexless marriage is sex once or less per month. That's us. It's me. The libido that came raging unexpectedly two-and-a-half years ago departed somewhere along the way, helped by illness, stress, and growing disinterest. I thought we'd beat the odds, but we've become a statistic. I just thought I should be honest.