My story doesn’t have anything to do with sex… at least not anything to do with me having any. This story is wrought with pain, sorrow, abandonment, and betrayal. So if you're in the mood for a downer, this is the place to be, otherwise, please enjoy the rest of your day here at sexforums.com.
The best way for me to tell this story is to write it out in episodes or chapters. If I try to get it all out at once I think my head might explode. So please bear with me as I get this out in short installments spaced about 2 weeks apart from each other.
The most logical place to start is the beginning.
Episode 1: The Beginning
I blinked my eyes and saw a very blurry light at the end of a dark tunnel where I had been hopelessly trapped for the last nine months. The tunnel contracted and pushed be into the light were a man in white grabbed my feet, hung me upside down, and slapped me on the ass. That was the first time I was pissed off. Okay, so I don’t actually remember the day I was born. I have a rather dry sense of humor that has never left me despite the nightmare I lived with for the last 20 years. After all, it’s better to laugh at misfortune rather than dwell on it.
So let’s fast forward a few years, how about 22? That’s how old I was when I met her. She wasn’t a beauty queen but she wasn’t a dog either. She had a way about her that said, “I’m self confident and I can rock your world”. We had a lot in common and she enjoyed my quirky sense of humor. We began dating and became more familiar with each other and during that time we developed romantic feelings in addition to all of the fucking we were doing.
It was about a year later when I asked her to marry me and she said yes. I thought that life was going to be great from then on but as I found out, life doesn’t always play by the rules, sometimes it makes it up as it goes. I realize that everyone has had a bad relationship or two in their time but when it starts to reach the point of insanity… that’s where I have to draw the line.
Shortly after we were married and by shortly I mean the next day, she changed. Not a lot, just subtlety. During our honeymoon in Niagra Falls (cliché I know) we had sex one time. ONCE. I didn’t think anything about it at the time I just thought we were going to so many places and seeing so many things that we were just tired at the end of the day but little did I realize, it was a sign of things to come.
We hadn’t been married for more than two months before we had our first huge argument about sex, or the lack thereof. I said earlier that we were fucking quite often but that stopped once she said “I do”. I’m not kidding, all joking aside, I now believe that she fucked me and fucked me well just to get me to marry her. Once that was done, she cut off sex thinking that she had me trapped and that’s the way it was going to be.
Anyway, our first fight took place in a parking lot of an office were we had an appointment, and the argument became heated to the point where she said, “You don’t seem happy.” I replied, “I never said I was.” We sat silent for a few moments, then exchanged some brief words of resolution and went to our appointment. She never brought up that argument again. I myself didn’t think about it until recently. I realize now that she had a perfect little life going were she was in control and she didn’t want to change that. The only way she could change my “unhappiness” was to relinquish some of her control and well… there was no way in hell that was going to happen. So she did the worst thing one could do in this situation. She ignored it… and it grew into a monster.