In January, we did it once. In February, it didn’t happen because she was sick and wasn’t in the mood. In March, we only did half. While we were in the middle of it, she told me she was tired. She pushed me off and covered herself with a thick cloth.

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April was my birthday. We did it twice. It didn’t happen in May or June because I had already done it twice in April. In July, she was sick again. We talked. I was at my wit’s end, but I remained patient. She said it wasn’t her fault but that her body simply didn’t respond to touch. I suggested a medical checkup, but she insisted she would be fine.

In August, it happened after I pleaded for a week. However, during the act, she was crying. She made it feel like I was taking something that didn’t belong to me—like I was intruding on her body. That’s why she was crying. In September, October, and November, nothing happened.

In December, after her parents added their voices to the issue, she hugged me in bed. She apologized and promised to do better. It happened that night—the best we’d had in a whole year. I woke up happy. I cooked for her and took care of her share of the chores. We were happy, but it didn’t last long. She zoned out again, and we haven’t done it since.

We are in our third year of marriage, but we have no child. She wants a child, and so do I. However, according to her, her body is fighting against her, which is why we can’t do the things that would bring us a child.

I got serious with a lady I’d been playing hide-and-seek with. At first, I wasn’t sure I wanted it, but I felt I had no other option but to get involved. It’s going well. She gives me whatever I want and more. Somehow, I still have regrets about everything that’s happening between us. The state of my marriage and the fact that I’m cheating on my wife weigh heavily on my mind, and I feel myself shrinking inside. I don’t enjoy it, but it’s become a necessity.

This new lady is a good person. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for me. She knows I’m married, but she doesn’t know the problems I’m facing in my marriage. Sometimes she asks me, “To what end—what are we doing?” I don’t have answers. I’m not thinking about leaving my wife, at least not for now. All I’m praying for is a change in her behaviour. I’m ready to help her through it all, but she won’t tell me what the problem is.

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I want the lady I’m with to get pregnant, and then I’ll tell my wife everything. If she leaves me, so be it. If not, I hope it fixes the cracks in our marriage so we can work on what’s left and rebuild. I’ve tried. God knows I’ve done my best.