That utterly sinking feeling
That utterly sinking feeling. Getting into bed at night hoping this will be a night that we have sex, everything has been great it seems all day and all week so far. Like you’d expect it to happen if one of you asked. Only you know she won’t ask or initiate.
So you do already knowing what’s gonna be likely said. You have to psych yourself up just to even ask only to be reassured in your “fear” that once again it’s not happening yet again.
I know it happens for a lot of us here it just absolutely sucks. And I’m like a lamb to the slaughter. I know what’s gonna happen but I keep going back and asking if we can be intimate together like a sucker.
I hate this feeling.