Below is a comment on a short YouTube video I made about unwanted celibacy within marriage. The wife is disturbed because when her hubby is routinely denied any touch for the umpteenth time he rolls over and goes to sleep.

I’ll put the link at the bottom.

Some people need sex frequently while others need no intimacy, touch, or sex at all. This can kill a marriage quickly or slowly.

What, exactly, did the wife expect or want hubby to do after the umpteenth ‘not tonight dear, I’ve got a haddock?’ Start crying or begging? Whip it out and fap one out? Rape her? Wash the dishes and do the laundry in penance for being male and horny?

Since husband Blue Balls is a modern, sensitive, PC man, who’s respecting her starvation sex rationing (or punishment?) policy, then rolling over and going to sleep is just what she should want, right wifey?

Should be no problem for her, Mr Sexless understands that ‘no’ means ‘no’ and respects Ms Ballandchain’s bounderies. What does she want from this poor mook?

Sounds like he’s quietly putting some clothes in a bag, getting his own checking account, and gassing up the car for the move out phase–or should be. He needs to know when to give up and raise the white flag.

I went through this for 20+ years before I realized she was never going to want to do it with me again. Or for that matter even want to talk to me, much less touch or love me. But that’s on me for being overly uxorious and loyal to someone with no feelings left for me. Not a bad person but a bad wife.

Generally speaking, you love, you lose. The callous, neglectful, unfeeling partner rules over the needy one.

If you are overly uxorious and loyal you pay through the years with physical, social and psychic isolation, and touch starvation within your marriage. Time to hit the road, Jack, and don’t look back, she may be gaining on you.

Let me tell you from personal experience that living on your own after the hell of a failed marriage is pretty wonderful all on its own. And I live in hope, misplaced or not, of finding love and touch again at age 74. I know I’m a sap but there it is. Hope springs in spite of most of my past experiences.

The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.

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