In an effort to spice things up, I asked him to talk dirty to me. Yes, I like dirty talk, but not when we’re discussing who’s going to drive his elderly mother to the doctor to get a mole removed. For example, we were at dinner the other evening with his mother and my parents and sister. I’m annoyed to the point that our sex life has all but come to a standstill. The problem is that your husband does not care that his dirty talk embarrasses or alienates you to the point of no longer wanting to have sex with him. : I recently attended a wedding of one of my husband’s college friends.
After a lot of cajoling and encouragement, he finally agreed to try it and was much pleased with the results. He leaned over to me and whispered loudly, “If you were wearing a skirt, I’d diddle you under the table” (followed by a graphic description of said diddling). Ask him: “I’ve told you more than once that I don’t like it when you try to talk dirty out of the bedroom or when we’re in front of other people, and you haven’t stopped. It’s become such a turnoff that we’ve stopped having sex altogether, and you’re still not stopping. ” If you have that conversation and he still doesn’t knock it off, then I think it’s time to start leaving the room when he reverts into Sexy Narration mode. He’s not someone that we see often, but we encounter him and his bride two or three times a year at parties, are friends on Facebook, etc.
Part of loving someone involves knowing when and how to bring constructive criticism to their attention, and this situation definitely qualifies. Meet the kids: My partner and I (mid-30s) have been together for just under a year and he’s wonderful.
I feel secure in our relationship with one exception.
Unfortunately, this apparently opened a floodgate because now … Then he sat there leering at me, oblivious to the stunned, embarrassed silence from everyone at the table. I’ve nicely asked him to confine it to the bedroom. Anyways, I wore a blue dress to the ceremony, and it turns out that the bride’s wedding colors were royal blue.
Her bridesmaids wore the color, the close family wore the color. Other than a wedding invitation, we never had any contact with them prior to the event since a summer BBQ where dress codes were not discussed.
At the start of the reception, she stomped over and said very loudly that she couldn’t believe I had worn her color.
It was really embarrassing, but it was her wedding day so I apologized, said that I had no idea and that the whole day was beautiful.
It’s a little trickier to keep your distance as hosts than it would be as mere guests, but at least you always have the excuse of needing to check on the grill/cooler/new arrivals if you need to quickly escape her conversation.
And, of course, if she or her husband try to drag up your mortal blue sin again, you can generically and cheerfully change the subject, excuse yourself, and make a mental note to disinvite these cranks from all future barbecues, cookouts, get-togethers, clambakes, and/or hootenannies.
I feel like I have nowhere to feel comfortable when I’m there. You don’t have to wait until you move in together to bring this up, if you feel uncomfortable in her house right now, then it’s an issue.
You say you love this woman, so kindly and honestly bring this issue to her attention.
I appreciated them letting me know and hopefully wearing the world’s largest sweater had mitigated it. We’re going to see them again at a BBQ in about a month (it’s at our house, otherwise I’d skip it).