“Over time, I became incredibly resentful. Try as he might to convince me that it wasn’t me, I took every rejection as a blow to my womanhood. I’d go out for drinks with my girlfriends who would whine about how much their partners pestered them for sex. It seemed like they just had to roll over in bed for their men to be up for it and here I was, night after night, lying there in tears and praying that he’d touch me.”
In my case I was praying that she would touch me. Sigh… Yep, we divorced after almost three decades.
Source: I left my husband because he couldn’t sexually satisfy me
