And she's gonna treat him like **** because he's gonna kiss her *** for giving him what he's built-up in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human existance. and playful and I still look at her breasts and *** when she's near me. dealing with sexless marriages have -- for years -- sought and offered support at the Experience Project in the experience “I Live In A Sexless Marriage” and related experiences. Now in this modern world we are bombarded with so much information on lives, cultures... We have grown into very different people in our life together, and so far apart.

He gets upset if I ask him about it...we're in freakin counseling and he... It started a few months ago and our daughter asked my husband (h) and her father to sleep in her bed with her. Someone who knows when I need some attention, when I need to offload & talk about my day.

Last weekend I cooked a special dinner...candles...trying to rekindle what we once had. I told him I had prepared a special dinner for him. Here I am lying in bed writing this and another night by myself. He's asleep in a single bed with our 9 year old daughter. Member of “ILIASM” comprise all ages, walks of life, economic classes, and nationalities... I hate not having someone to sit up with, chat to, laugh with & be intimate with.

There is no physical contact between us for years, and it does my self esteem no good, when I have to ask my own husband to... I didn't want my son to grow up without me in his life. He is a liar, addicted to **** who doesn't want to have sex with me.

I kept looking at my husband, wondering if I should ask for a hug. I am a very attractive woman not considered attractive enough to have sex with by my husband.

In olden times, people's satisfaction levels were easier met and they lived a hard life, with little or no certainty.

My mind and ego tell me to work it out, it's what I'm supposed to do, it's the sensible thing to do. ....we dont know something, isnt it better so we crave it less.

I ask him where he was going, and he tells me he's leaving to Mexico for another week. This morning, the need to be held was so overwhelming, I didn't think I could bear it.

This morning as I was drinking my coffee in the kitchen my husband walks by and he asks me where I'd put the suitcase. It is my fault that I wanted soft sweet kisses before I fell asleep - you denied me It is my fault that I wanted a hug when I felt sad...

Things could be as simple as keeping her own nails clean or keeping the house clean. We've had talk after talk about how I need more physical affection and he claims he's crazy in love with me. but she seems to prefer spending time with it than me. This morning I made two attempts at a quickie while the kids were adequately occupied.