She’s Sick of Guys Only Wanting One Thing

“Guys are so predictable. Can they be any more one-dimensional? Why can’t they be more civilised and think about something else?There’s more to life than sex!”

That’s what my wife says about men, although she has no life experience to support it. She’s only repeating what she’s heard others say. In all honesty, she’s never known what it means. She never frequented bars or dated any other guys. I met her after she graduated from high school. She was just seventeen and a good Catholic girl.

We dated, fell in love, and married. Due to religious beliefs, our celibate life remained firm until the wedding day. Now, ten years have passed, and we’ve no children to show for it — and it’s all because we don’t do what comes naturally. She fears sex. She knows what it is but it disgusts her to talk about it, much less do it.

When she says men only want sex, she’s referring to me. No one else applies, so it has to be me. It’s me who wants sex all the time. I’m a one-dimensional male and uncivilised because I can’t think of anything else.

She’s partially right and somewhat wrong, too.

I do want sex, but that’s because we don’t have sex. Many women want sex, but not my woman. She never wants sex. Celibacy suited her fine. She could’ve stayed that way forever. A religious belief turned into a sexual one, asexuality. This explains things better. The scene looks straight when viewed through an asexual lens. I suspect she’s always been that way and didn’t know it. We’ve had a sexless marriage, mostly. If we include our celibate pre-marital period, that’s seventeen years.

What did she say? All I want is sex.

If that’s entirely true in how she perceives it, I never would’ve stayed. Yes, I am so frustrated that I’m ready to explode, but no, sex didn’t get me in the room or make me stay.

And if I’m so damn predictable and simplistic, and she’s so damn knowledgable, then it’d be easy for her to fix the problem and make it go away. She knows the deal yet chooses to do nothing about it. That’s just wrong, isn’t it?

Despite the contrary, I don’t believe that she’s purposely nasty. I think she’s conveniently and perpetually naive. She’s a decent person in every other aspect of life. She’s intelligent. Kind. Attractive. Empathetic. Sadism and narcissism don’t fit her character well.

Christ! I’m going mad over this! It’s hard to see clearly!

I just learned that she told our friends we are trying for a baby. Apparently, we’re going to be pregnant soon. The plan is to pop one out before next Summer. Really? Why not talk to me about this? How will conception occur?

Will I be involved, or will it happen by magic? I sense this will become another quiet lie I’ll have to keep to myself just to keep the peace and support her super-sensitivities.

l just can’t take it anymore. –Angelwanderer

“Let’s see where this story might lead us in the pseudo-autobiographical thriller SEETHINGS!”