Several things happened that helped me see that I really did marry and inept, fuck-up! The little bit of respect and admiration that I held for him has been continuing to slip out of my heart. If money wasn't an issue, I'd be gone!
The sex is the same. He has all the fun fucking me, but doesn't want to make an effort to make sure I'm taken care of, which pisses me off to no end! The other night I got into bed late and was so horny. I stripped down to nothing and slipped under the covers. He was fully clothed so I had to undress him. He woke up as I fumbled with his belt. He took off his clothes and I caressed his bare skin as it appeared. I tried to not to go too fast but couldn't help pulling him into me. I love the way the act of sex makes me feel, and that night I didn't need foreplay. Then, true to form, he couldn't control himself. Literally a minute and a half into fucking me he cums! I know that when that happens, the show is over for the night! I felt awful, I felt so frustrated!
Why can't men just take their asses to the doctor if they are having some kind of problem that can be corrected with a simple prescription? It seems like they will do anything not to be embarrassed with the doc, but who gives a shit if they can't satisfy their wife whom they have to face day in, day out.
Anyway, I'm tired of waiting for him to get his shit together. I've got to take matters into my own hands. I've been putting it off for some time now, and I feel like I must try it at least once, just for me. Who cares what anyone else thinks.
I'll let you know what happens.







I don't blame her - I'd do the same. 



