H, in February it will be a year since we had sex. The only reason that it has been a year is because you don't get off your sorry azz and show me that you want to and I quit chasing. In fact H for the majority of this R it has been that way. It is my fault that I allowed you to trick me into your version of nirvana - bearing and raising children, working my azz off, going to church and denying myself the simple pleasure of a love affair with my own husband. Now, here we are.
I am a healthy red blooded woman, I want to have hot sex no less than every couple of days, period. I want different kinds too - not SOS. I vowed to God to love you and be with you forever and I will do so. If you hold me hostage to monogamy with no sex then I will eventually turn into a cold hard b*tch. Hope that is ok with you since that is where we are going. What I am really having trouble tolerating is that you have told me that you have no problem getting your rocks off to whatever porn strikes your fancy. I assume that you are continuing to do so at my expense. It is not ok. It is not right and it p*sses me off.
The thing that really gets me is that the fundamental issue may be really easy to fix. There may be some sexual stuff that you are afraid to share or that you think I wouldn't like. Well, how the h*ll would you know since you haven't taken the time or effort to see what I am capable of sexually or what we together are capable of.
So H, do whatever you want. You can have my partnership and cooperation or you can just hold me prisoner to this sick, twisted thing that we have going.
