Sometimes, it's like falling off of a hell of a steep cliff. Your damned if you do and damned if you dont. Talking, fighting, argueing...it just does nothing. Is sex really that important anymore? Does it really make you feel desired, wanted, loved, ect.? Can we really live with someone who isnt "into " sex anymore becouse of some reason beyond out knowledge and or control?
I sit here, angy, I have become inner volitale, so much so that it explodes on anyone who comes near me. Is this healthy, is it right for me to take out my sexual frustrations on anyone who just so happens to be unlucky enough to cross my path?
I become another person when my partner comes into the room, hell even before I know she's on her way home I can feel myself become someone I dont even know anymore.
Silently, I lay there in bed with her...I watch as she does her thing and as our night comes to an end....it's over...then all of a sudden...it starts up all over again. How can we live in this "relationship"..if we secretly desire what we can not have anymore?
What do you do?