If the Only Thing Missing Was Sex, Would That Be Enough to Stay?
You can survive without sex. The question is... do you want to?
I didn’t mean to keep track. But I did. The nights he reached for me versus the nights when he didn’t. What he wanted on the nights he snuggled up close. What his hand was saying when it reached for my breast.
Seemed innocent at first. Loving. Gentle. Made me feel desired.
But something started niggling at the back of my mind. I have a habit of turning things over. Sometimes those things snowball. This was one of those times.
“What would happen if we didn’t have sex anymore?” I asked. “Would we still be together?”
His celestial eyes glazed over. “Why would you want to stop having sex?” His voice was completely devoid of emotion. I could tell he was trying his damnedest to be neutral. But this was not neutral territory.
“I don’t… want to stop. But I’m curious what would happen if I did.”
It’s true, I am inquisitive, but this wasn’t curiosity. It was insecurity. And we both knew it.
I’m not the first woman to ask this question. And definitely not the last.
The better question is, if I stop having sex with you, will you LEAVE?
