I was fully into him and he was into me.
We were sexually unleashed, hot, and daring. Sometimes we had sex outdoors, sometimes in unusual places in our home, basically, we had a lot of sex.
Then, like a lot of women, my desire for sex five or six times a week for two hours at a time, diminished to 2 or 3 times a week – and even at that I was starting to feel a pressure to have more sex than I really wanted.
I was in love, so sex began to take a back seat to a deepening partnership, creating our home and generally being at ease together.
He was confused, clearly, by way of how he was acting.
Instead of being confident and playful as usual, he started to withdraw.
He started to act funny around me — like he’d become afraid of what I would do or say. I felt him thinking about sex but not acting on it, and all of the uncomfortable feelings that go with that.
When he’d approach me in the kitchen to connect, while I was doing dishes or cooking, it was with a creepy trepidation that wasn’t there before. His hands felt unsure, not pleasant, and made me want to scream.
I was simply adjusting to being in love – meaning needing less sex – but he wasn’t adjusting to anything of the sort! He was still rearing to go just as we always had. I didn’t know how to navigate the conflicting feelings I felt inside of me in response.