Here’s a touching essay about the old familiar story of mismatched libidos in marriage. From his perspective:

There had to be the perfect confluence of events for sex to happen. My wife’s requirements were that her job had to be going well, the children didn’t need her attention, the house had to be clean, the temperature had to be between 76 and 84 degrees, and the Democrats had to control at least one branch of government.

Then his wife developed a medical condition and the drugs she was forced to take came with a known side effect of obsessive behavior. Luckily, she didn’t become a problem gambler or a compulsive shopper. Nope! Instead:

Her former parameters for sex became somewhat more generous. Now she merely had to have a job, the children had to be alive, the house had to be standing, the temperature had to be between 0 and 104 degrees and the Democrats had to control at least one branch of government. The combination of those things happening all at once occurred with great frequency.

You know that wasn’t going to last, and it didn’t. He crumbled under the pressure:

I started to fade. Whether it was the excessive demand, an aging libido or psychological stress (knowing that if I didn’t perform, she would have to go to other medications with potentially worse side effects), I was no longer able to consistently please her. Sex became more obligation than joy. I looked for ways to avoid it. In two short years we had completely switched roles.

Doh!

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