When we tell our stories, we start with the basics, or at least I did. But, there is more. You might feel like you understand where my H is coming from. And, if you do, please feel free to share that as well.
My H started rejecting me almost 8 years ago. You all know the excuses: stress, tired, etc... Well, then a little over 6 years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer. The recommendation was bilateral mastectomies due to family history, type of CA, etc... I got 4 additional opinions and they were all the same. So, I had the surgery. Complications required 4 additional surgeries, and my H was supportive all the way.
I had the reconstruction and although they aren't the most beautiful breasts you've ever seen, they are and always will be perky. (one benefit at least).
During the next 3 years, sex became less and less. I would cry frequently, talk to my doctors, and they kept reassuring me that it was his problem, not mine. I did not have intravenous chemotherapy (therefore I did not lose body hair), I had oral chemo (Tamoxifen) instead.
It has taken me a couple of years to regain my self-esteem. I have been cancer free officially for 5 plus years. So, I know that I'm not only blessed regarding my health, but blessed with a future.
Knowing this, you might think that I should consider myself so lucky, that I should quit whining about an intimate relationship, and count my blessings.
I do count my blessings, but I would like to have that special connection with a man. Am I crazy?