Because he decided early on that it was his privilege not to be bothered in any way with the woman before he wanted sex. He was third-generation Japanese and used that as his excuse but the real reason was that he started a power struggle before we were even married. Part of that fight was refusing to speak to me, refusing to make eye contact, refusing to address me by name or by any pet name. He entertained himself with friends and left the wife and kids sitting at home. But once every three months he'd reach for her for some sex.
He had sex the same way. It was all him, and what made him feel good. He'd never touch me but to make himself feel good. He never did anything unless it turned him on, and he never wanted to see any response from me except what proved he was total stud.
I didn't start this crap. I used to reach for him when we got into bed, and he'd roll away from me and turn his back on me. Looking back after a year of therapy I've been told it was his half of the power grid; he'd have sex when HE damn well pleased, and I wasn't to ask for anything from him. He was a husband the same way. Ask him for sex, you get none; ask him to take out the garbage and that's a solid guarantee the garbage will never get taken out.
In short, my husband was quiet to punish me for breathing.
His name is Stephen Sakamoto, by the way. Just lettin' y'all know.
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