I can’t even walk past a lingerie section of a department store, much less a Victoria’s Secret without a massive wave of sadness. Never did I think that at 43 years old, I’d seen the last lingerie I’d ever see on my wife years ago. Hell, decades ago.
I am 43. Successful, healthy, in shape, married for 17 years. I can’t even remember the last time my wife wore any kind of lingerie, much less anything sexy. She’s made a decision that this just isn’t going to happen anymore and I resent that. It’s nothing but frumpy pajamas. Sex is boring. I’ve brought it up numerous times, she even acknowledges and agrees with me, yet nothing changes. I don’t expect her to maintain the body of a model, nor do I expect her to wear something sexy every night. But I feel like she’s completely disregarded that men are visual creatures. I feel like she’s making zero effort to acknowledge that as a man, I like to see lingerie.
Beyond frustrated and find myself all but convinced another woman would be happy to put on something sexy from time to time.