Okay, I must take responsibility for the fact that I chose to get married to a man 20 years older than me, and I have.
Without delving into more obvious questions about my marriage, I'll focus on the topic: sex. He was my one and only lover, passionate, exciting, more or less perfect in bed. Despite having been a virgin, I had been extremely sexual as a youth, and, if I can be honest (as I am with my husband), had been acheiving an orgasm at least 5-7 times a week (and still do).
The sex started to dwindle in our marriage after only four months (we had been together six years at that point). And now, at the age of 25, I find us having sex once a month. Now, I realize that doesn't technically qualify as sexless, but when you include how I feel about the situation - it does. You see, I don't miss the sex...I miss the kissing, the touching, the exploring, the quiet excitment, smiles, come hither looks...Will I never have someone run their hands over me, pulling me close, again? Will I never get to spend an evening totally devoting myself to someone else's physical pleasure?
I feel lonely.
It is exacerbated by the pop-culture belief that I should be turning my husband down right and left. Everywhere I look, I am reminded that most men desire their wives...not mine. 25% of the time, I feel good about myself, I am young, healthy, still dancing frequently (as a ballet dancer in a local company) and I know the reason for our struggle is on his shoulders. 75% of the time, I blame myself and feel like something must be wrong with me. In those times, my insecurities show, I am jealous, angry, and bitter. I have been rejected more times than I care to remember, but in those times, I recall each rejection vividly.
Ballet has become painful at times: acting out romantically passionate pas de deux's - feeling a man's hands on me, even in acting, in a way more powerful than my own husband will touch me anymore. It hurts my heart.
I am out of ideas about how to approach the situation. I cannot afford anymore lingerie, I have run out of roles to play, and frank discussions make my husband defensive.
Meanwhile, it feels like society is mocking me....if I have to hear about sexual addiction one more time...I might scream.



