Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:That his hands permanently smell like ball stench because he has his hands down his pants all the time. That's why (mostly) I have no desire to have sex with him. Also, his breath is starting to smell like old man's breath and he's only 39. I've told him about the ball stench. He thinks it's funny. It's not.
You guys, his hands still smell like ball stench. The smell in the car was overpowering the other day.
Anonymous wrote:That I am interested in having sex but not with you. You've completely killed my sex drive.
Anonymous wrote:I hate your family.
Anonymous wrote:I always hope and anxious to see your name in the obituary
Anonymous wrote:That I am interested in having sex but not with you. You've completely killed my sex drive.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:bbAnonymous wrote:We've had a rough few years. Two children. PPD. Unemployment (yours). Being promoted and forced to move everyone to Paris for 6 months during a winter the sun never came out (me). A stroke (yours). Gaining 20 pounds from stress eating (me). An awful sex dry period (both of us).
I sometimes feel like you don't love me, but respect my commitment to the cause (our marriage).
But then you baked me my favorite bread. And brought me coffee. And woke me up at 5 am so we could snack and cuddle in bed.
And all is right in the world. We'll be fine.
I'm so glad you wrote this. We have had similar experiences over the last few years. Intuitively I know that things are getting better but reading your post made me realize that last week, for the first time in a long time, DH gave me a massage and brought me a glass of wine in bed to relax me as I was so stressed about work.
Agreed. In a sea of just agony and despair, it's nice to see a glimmer of made hope out there. Thank you, PP.
Anonymous wrote:bbAnonymous wrote:We've had a rough few years. Two children. PPD. Unemployment (yours). Being promoted and forced to move everyone to Paris for 6 months during a winter the sun never came out (me). A stroke (yours). Gaining 20 pounds from stress eating (me). An awful sex dry period (both of us).
I sometimes feel like you don't love me, but respect my commitment to the cause (our marriage).
But then you baked me my favorite bread. And brought me coffee. And woke me up at 5 am so we could snack and cuddle in bed.
And all is right in the world. We'll be fine.
I'm so glad you wrote this. We have had similar experiences over the last few years. Intuitively I know that things are getting better but reading your post made me realize that last week, for the first time in a long time, DH gave me a massage and brought me a glass of wine in bed to relax me as I was so stressed about work.