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Then as a joke present for our engagement, one of his mates gave him a fleshlight – a sex toy designed to feel like an artificial vagina to use during masturbation. I think the inference was that married people don’t have sex, so he’d soon be having to resort to this.
When it was first unwrapped, I laughed along semi-ignorant to what it actually was. When I got home and actually realised what it did, I immediately told him I wasn’t comfortable with it, that it was degrading, and requested that he get rid of it.
“It’s a joke – of course I’m not going to use it! But if it upsets you that much then fine,” he said, placing the box in the bin. I told him I appreciated him taking it seriously and thought that was the end of the conversation.
I remember actually recoiling at the touch and knowing that all I wanted was to be as far away from it as possible. With Liam due home from work any minute, I was fighting back tears trying to work out what to do. Assuming that there must be a reasonable explanation, I decide to simply bring it up when I saw him.
After he’d set down his coat and joined me on the couch, I casually told him I’d found something unexpected in the laundry. His face immediately reddened, before he regained composure and tried to play it cool. “And what did you find?” he said.