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bumby
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I tend to drift to this wonderful forum in much the same way I address the Lord. I’m desperate. I have begun to miss Mass and begun to forget to pray and have even doubted the existence of God, fleetingly. My husband is yet again refusing to have a sexual relationship with me. It really hurts. I turned 27 on Thursday and can count the number of times I’ve been intimate with my husband in the last two years on one hand. He is only 26!
I asked him again tonight after asking for a kiss. He kissed me back as if I was somebody he really wanted to get away from - it was horrible.
I need to ask, according to the Church, is it sinful for him to withhold himself from me, being sexually intimate and affectionate, in this way? It made me think, am I sinful too? I am overweight after having our son a YEAR ago. I have a hormonal imbalance but if I cared more about my health I would be more determined to get fit again. I just wondered what I need to do to rectify the situation.
And yet while I ask this I honestly feel as though I am destined to feel this sick, pitiful feeling in my stomach when, yet again, he has told me he isn’t interested. And when I think of all the other things he would rather do than be intimate with me. He is my best friend. I love him and we have a lot of fun together. I just can’t do this for the rest of my life. Perhaps I wouldn’t have married if I’d have known.
I asked him again tonight after asking for a kiss. He kissed me back as if I was somebody he really wanted to get away from - it was horrible.
I need to ask, according to the Church, is it sinful for him to withhold himself from me, being sexually intimate and affectionate, in this way? It made me think, am I sinful too? I am overweight after having our son a YEAR ago. I have a hormonal imbalance but if I cared more about my health I would be more determined to get fit again. I just wondered what I need to do to rectify the situation.
And yet while I ask this I honestly feel as though I am destined to feel this sick, pitiful feeling in my stomach when, yet again, he has told me he isn’t interested. And when I think of all the other things he would rather do than be intimate with me. He is my best friend. I love him and we have a lot of fun together. I just can’t do this for the rest of my life. Perhaps I wouldn’t have married if I’d have known.