I couldn’t really connect and feel content with anyone.

I’ve accepted my inability to just have sex, make love, and feel satisfied and whole. It happens all the time now. I feel old and have let go of my sexuality. Not using it. Going to lose it.

My h just doesn’t work for me. Neither did the others. I turned off to them sexually when they loved me. That was the simple deal breaker. It wasn’t drugs, crime, even stupidity. I’d even have been able to handle psychosis and stayed safe if the sex stayed good.