She’s Sick of Guys Only Wanting One Thing

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

That’s what my wife says about men, although she has no real-life experience to support it.

I’m her first and only. We remained celibate until the wedding.

She’s only repeating what she’s read and heard other women say.

In all honesty, she’s never known what it means. 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 sex. She fears it. 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 can’t think of anything else, just like all the other one-dimensional males out there.

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 lifestyle, asexuality. This explains things better.

The scene looks perfectly 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 knowledgeable, then it’d be easy for her to fix the problem. She knows the deal yet chooses to do nothing about it. That’s makes me even more infurated!

Despite the contrary, I don’t believe that she’s purposely nasty. I think she wants to remain conveniently naive, hanging on to the little girl she once was because that version of her didn’t have to deal with sex at all.

Somewhere between the innocent girl she left behind and the angry women she reads about, is a confused female blaming her husband for something he has protected and valued greatly.

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. It must be naivety. I can’t bring myself to believe she’s being nasty on purpose.

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 sensitivities.

l just can’t take it anymore. –Angelwanderer

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