I sometimes fantasized about other men. He looked at porn online. In our late 30’s, we had sex once a month on average for the last five years of our union. During the almost twenty years we were together, I was sexually satisfied fewer times than I can count on my fingers.
—Not The One
Aftermath: He blurted out, “You’re not The One.” We’re now divorced.
This post was submitted by Not The One.
For me, it was over when she said, “I’ll never do anal sex.”
Aftermath: I met someone else who was more sexually receptive.
This post was submitted by Angelo.
I knew it was over when he asked me how I felt about my father buying my sister a new car for her 30th birthday. I stated I was pretty used to being 2nd now and I’d be fine. He then replied, “My first anal.”
Aftermath: I said thank you for the message, I needed that. I said I was done and I meant it.
This post was submitted by First.
I knew it was over when he told me he didn’t really like The Beatles. In fact, he thought they were the most overrated band in history. I could tolerate his inabilities in the bedroom, but this was too much.
Aftermath: We broke up about a week or so later. And I found a guy who liked The Beatles AND wasn’t bad in bed. Double upgrade.
This post was submitted by Rae.
He was my best friend in high school. We dated for six months, and we were planning to have sex on our six month anniversary (my sixteenth birthday) – both of our first times. A week before our six months, I climbed in his window (he lived two houses down and his room was on the ground level – it was our usual way of seeing each other). I found him in bed with his pitching buddy…I walked out the front door and waited for him to finish.
Aftermath: He came out thinking I was going to chop his favorite bits off. I told him he was my best friend, and who he was is who he is, and I wanted him to be himself. It’s been five years, and I still find him in bed with men all the time. He really needs to learn how to lock the door.
This post was submitted by Pink Cheeks.