He's a good bloke too so it's a bit of a shame really. But we do tire of sex. Can't say I haven't been there myself, I just chose to move on when I knew I was bored with it but you get stuck in a rut.
Moving on is a completely acceptable path. Everyone's done it. So is everyone buckling down and trying to make it work. The only thing that really isn't acceptable, at least if you want a happy life, is pitching a tent in purgatory like poor Wrath. I'd be telling his partner the same thing if she were on here.
That is precisely how you know a relationship has run it's course. When you are in a rut, and you don't want to invest the effort and energy to get out of it. When that happens, either both people need to meet half way, or one of the people must have the energy and force of will to bring the other person along. And even that does not always work.
It's not easy. But it is surprisingly simple. They walked down a very specific path to get to where they are. Leaving breadcrumbs all along the way. All they have to do is turn around together, or take different paths apart.
It's important to consider there is another side to this we may have not heard. As much as a man is emasculated when his overtures are rebuffed by his partner, a woman is even more enfeebled, marginalized, and enraged when she is not arousing her partner. There is a short,
very short window, where a woman, particularly an attractive one, might internalize that and make more of an effort. But after that, unless the man goes to great lengths to vocalize his role in the issues, and take immediate drastic action, her frustrations are largely externalized- often in the most vile of ways.
In 2013, I had a vasectomy. Though there were no issues with the procedure, it took me a lot longer than I wanted to get back in the mix. And certainly a lot longer than the spouses of the women my wife was communicating with.
Being the competitive fucker I was, we made an earnest, very enthusiastic attempt 72 hours after. That was 1 day faster than the 'record' my wife's friends had bragged about. The experience left me with what I could only describe as PTSD.
All told, it took me about 8 weeks. The first 2, my wife was a gem. The 2nd 2 weeks, she was patient, but pressing. The 3rd 2 weeks, she was demanding therapy. And the last 2 weeks, I was not eating food she made for fear of being poisoned. She was really, really nasty. All along, I just kept saying the same thing. You're fucking hot. I want to fuck. It's going to happen. It was my fucking mantra. It's all I heard. It's all she heard.
I was happier when I busted the post vasectomy nut than I was when I lost my cherry.
I have no witty retort in my hand but I'm sure you can make one out of that as well.
