It’s just not working anymore.
This relationship that has spanned three children, two decades and untold intimate encounters no longer gives me what I need.
I can’t quite put my finger on it…but something has changed.
In the beginning I let him take the lead.
I liked the fact that he took charge and made all the decisions. Frankly, he knew me better than I knew myself, so it felt natural to follow his direction.
But I want more now.
Maybe I’ve just grown up.
I’m not that same naive girl that he met twenty years ago – hesitant, restrained, ignorant of my own needs.
I understand myself and my body so much more now.
And frankly, I find his increasingly paternal and dismissive tone condescending.
And let’s get real – I wasn’t his first and most certainly won’t be his last.
So that’s it.
Now I just need to find a new gynecologist.
He looked like Brad Pitt when we first met….
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