I couldn’t ask because I just knew that if I asked, she would say, “no.” I had this belief that women really don’t like sex and I have this desire to be wanted. If I ask and she does something, then it seems like she’s just doing it for me, not because she really wants to.
Well, I’ve been trying to get over that. I realize that if I ask and she does something for me, she does love me and is doing it for me, whether or not she wants it, herself. So that’s something. Maybe some day it’ll be too much for her and she’ll say no.
It would be much easier if she was just like me and wanted it as much as I do. So many problems would have been avoided. But at least we know those issues are there.
I can’t ask. At least, not in words. I do my asking with my hands, mostly. I’ll massage her. She might respond in the way I want, but putting it into words is too dangerous. Hearing her say, “no” does something bad to my psychology. So it’s better not to ask than to risk that. I don’t want to beg. I don’t want to have to tell her what it would mean to me and to sound so pitiful and pathetic. I don’t want her to give me what I want out of pity.
It’s a trap, I guess, but I’ve just learned to deal with having less than I want. The other parts of our relationship are pretty good. Our kids are great. We have a good partnership. We get along well in most other ways. We’ve worked on it in therapy. We’ve made progress. We’ve taken steps back. It’s dynamic. Overall, it’s good enough for now. Given what all we have together, that’s a lot. But I can’t see the future very clearly.
I think you may be able to work out a set of signals so that you can indicate what you want nonverbally, and so that he can either respond or decline without having to say “no.” Or you could get up the nerve and talk about it. It probably won’t be as bad as you imagine, but on the other hand, the problem will probably never go away.
In my case, there are also probably brain chemistry issues related to my self image that complicate the picture. But fuck it. If I’m immature because I can’t talk about it, then I’m immature. Go ahead and judge me. It’s not your life.