First off, thank you for the compliment on my blog.
Unfortunately, this seems to be the standard among men that I see everywhere. It’s really sad to see how pervasive it is for men to not listen to their women even when they tell them what they want, which is hard for women to do because it implies that the men are already missing the mark.
I would venture to say that 50 to 75% of the people reading this post right now live the exact same situation as you. It fucking blows my mind how pervasive this issue is and it really kind of pisses me off to see so many men clueless and for the most part completely incapable of expressing emotion or passion towards anything other than the fucking NFL or their stupid hobbies. And yes, all you football junkies, I like football too; I just don’t let it run my fucking life.
Sorry for the tangent there honey. All I can say in my advice is that you escalate the level of communication and you internalize the results and figure out if you have a decision to make. I’ll never advise somebody who has a family about getting a divorce unless physical abuse were involved.
But you deserve to be listened to. Everybody does.
Now the best advice that I can give you is that maybe you appeal to his egotistical side, which all man seem to have. Honestly by understanding your mind and body, he can control you in a way he never in a million years would’ve realized he could have. I don’t mean that in a mean or negative way.
I mean, if he genuinely listens to you and cares about what you have to say, figures out how to make you cum and is passionate in bed, his rewards far outweigh any sacrifice that he must think he is making.
But unfortunately, very few fucking guys will ever get this and they are destined to live zombie-like lives they currently fucking lead. They care more about their fantasy football lineup than the simple fact that their own fucking woman think they suck in bed.
How fucking humiliating.
I don’t get it. I don’t relate to it. I have no fucking clue what makes a guy’s motor run who is like that. I’d be fucking mortified if anyone I was ever with looked back on being in bed with me and thought I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Mortified.
It’s not complicated; he could figure it out in a half hour on my blog or 1 million other places.
He just has to give a fuck. And only he can really fix that.