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“Please, not today.” He moved closer and tried to touch my arm, but I stepped back immediately. “Don’t,” I said quickly. He froze. “Why not? I’m your husband. I looked down at the floor, not able to meet his eyes. “I just don’t want to be touched right now,” I whispered. I didn’t want to be touched right now because if he touched me below he would feel like or smell something else. His tone softened a little. “Lia, what’s wrong with us? You’ve been cold to me for weeks now. Did I do something wrong?”

I yelled back so that she could hear me clearly too. I undressed and entered the bathroom for a quick shower but then, again, I started to imagine my husband's touch on my body. I feel like he's with me at the moment. I just want him near me and enjoy his touch but I guess I'm not fortunate to do those kind of a stuff with him. Even when we want to make love, he always don't seem to mind at all. The only thing that bothers him is just to perform his right as a husband to me and leave immediately we're done. As a woman who's so desperately in love with her husband, I need his touch, his love but all to avail. "Ya rabb (Oh Lord!), when am I going to get over this? What is wrong with me? I can'

I was brought back to my senses when I heard Fred call me. So I approached where they were. I stood behind my husband and gently massaged his shoulders. I miss him, I miss him inside me... pounding me hard that I can't even move after. We don't have much time to have sex all night long now because I just don’t know, or I just know the main reason of his coldness towards me but I just don’t want to think about it. The important thing is at least I have him beside me, right now.

"Who is it? All I want is to know who is taking my position in your life" "I swear, there's no one" he said with a sigh and I scoffed, "I knew that was what you were going to say. Davis, You don't let me touch you, you don't touch me either. For weeks now, I haven't had sex with my husband, a horny pregnant woman hasn't had sex with her husband. He isn't dead but he is refusing to touch her. Why?!?" "Grace, I'm so sorry" he apologized as he tried to hold me. I slapped his hands away,

I called out. “My love.” She sobbed. I bit my lips hard to stop myself from crying as there was someone else in the room. “I miss you.” “I miss you more mum. Hope he didn't touch you?” I asked, referring to my father. “He didn't. And to my surprise, he hasn't touched me till today which is unusual for him. He only throws angry gazes at me, but he never hits me. I think…your husband has something to do with it.” She said,

"My husband has been avoiding me for four days, treating me like a stranger, and I'm being dramatic for asking why?" "I haven't been avoiding you." "Really? When's the last time you looked at me? Actually looked at me, not through me or around me?" He opens his mouth, then closes it. "When's the last time you touched me without it feeling like an obligation?" "Summer, this isn't—" "When's the last time you said my name like it meant something to you instead of like it's a burden?" "Stop." His voice turns sharp. "You're spiraling."

Caroline My breath catches, and my hands shake as I stare at the lingerie. Proof of my husband’s infidelity. The note feels like a slap to my face. My husband is touching another woman in ways he has never touched me. He barely touches me, always complaining of being tired. I’ve learned to accept it over the years; turns out, he isn't tired—he just doesn’t like touching me. My throat tightens. A tear slides down my face. I wipe it away immediately, hands trembling.

I replied nervously, even though I was surprised. "There's no need to be surprised like that. I am your husband after all, and we see each other all the time," he replied casually. Once again, I was shocked by him. He had never said anything like this to me before. Do we see each other all the time? That's impossible. It's so hard for me to even see him. It was also very difficult to talk to my husband alone. He always left me for no apparent reason. So why is he suddenly talking like this?

"Are you seriously going to ask me that question? I thought you two shared the same bedroom" "The thing is, it's been a while since we got intimate. He hardly even spends the night in our bedroom, not to talk of touching me. Cassie is all he ever thinks of" I explain in disappointment. Lately, he wouldn't even look at me and whenever I make an attempt to touch him, he withdraws. How then am I going to get him to have sex with me? "If that's the case then, you will have to use other means" "What other means"

But not today, if there’s something I did that angered him, something that made him feel like I’m too dirty to be close to him he should tell me. “Did I do something wrong Ashton?” I asked and went on without waiting for his reply. “Is there something I must have done wrong that you aren’t telling me?” I asked, staring at him with tired eyes. I don’t know what to do anymore, I have been trying to come up with something to know why he wouldn’t touch me, why he wouldn’t kiss me or have sex with me. And nothing, I couldn’t come up with anything. My head is as blank as my mind, I tried recounting what has happened in the past months and the answer is the same.