Many people who cheat come from sex-deprived marriages.
A “dead bedroom” can mean no sex, low sex, boring sex, starfish sex, or not the “right kind” of sex. It isn’t enough is the bottom line.
All of it creates problems, i.e., why you are here, reading me. I was stuck in a miserable, sexless union for far too long, wasting away the best years of my womanhood on a man who was as asexual as a worm.
What is the flavor of your dead bedroom that led you here?
Redditors answered:
Boring sex along with a lack of emotional connection after years of growing apart along with resentment. (How’s that for a nice toxic brew?)
Boring sex and not very much of it.
Vanilla, but the chef was out of vanilla, so nothing was substituted.
I don’t think he’d notice if I turned into a Fleshlight.
My bedroom is like the forgotten container of leftovers that you found when you cleaned the fridge with mold growing on it. (THIS was my fave).
Foreplay is but a memory. (That description made me chuckle.)
Stale white bread is the only way I can describe our sex life. My wife is a low-libido starfish, and that’s when our sex life actually had a heartbeat.
My wife still acts like an 18-year-old virgin when we have sex.
My dead bedroom is like Thanksgiving. It's a classic that happens once a year, yet you feel vaguely dissatisfied by dry turkey even though you know you should expect it. And you don’t want to eat it again for a long while.
100% deader than dead. Not been touched in a half dozen years.
You know when you bake a cake, take it out of the pan and it leaves behind a very thin gritty crust-like film? That.
The best I can come up with is dehydrated tofu—aged 10 years, with no flavor and dry as fuck.
Sex about as fun as generic Walmart artificial vanilla. Always the same things, the same way. Without fail.
Same stories, with slightly different fruity flavors.
Most of us had partners who weren’t a match right from the beginning. Libidos were wildly off.
A flavorless dead bedroom.
Where does that lead us? Here, we are taking matters into our own hands and finding a lover to satisfy our unmet needs. I know I did. I reached my breaking point after four years of sexlessness, with many previous years of sex, maybe once a year if I was lucky. And I wasn’t lucky often.
No hugs, no hand-holding, no touching. Nothing at all.
I’d describe mine as starvation.
What flavor is your bedroom? Tell me in the comments.
And since it’s summer and watermelon is in season, lol:
Dry bones in a coffin buried over 10 yrs
Strawberries on a summer evenin’ is far better than stale white bread.