Gift-Wrapped in Desire: My Husband's Betrayal
But there's something about me, this sensitivity, that can make even a fleeting brush of contact feel like an electric charge.
Back before we were married, my husband was utterly infatuated by this trait of mine. But after the wedding, it seems his excitement wore thin.
Over time, what began as eagerness dwindled to mere duty; he'd go through the motions, but always with a kind of detachment that left me feeling empty and alone. Now, his touch barely satisfies the surface, let alone the depths of my longing.
One day, after browsing some articles or maybe picking up gossip, my husband became convinced that my sensitivity was an illness that needed treatment. That evening, he brought it up, ca
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