There’s a difference between being available and being taken for granted.
I know it.
Most women know it.
But we stay available anyway;
for peace,
for duty,
for fear.
For years, I thought I had to sleep with my husband because that’s what wives do.
Keep the marriage alive.
Keep him from looking elsewhere.
Keep the peace.
I thought sex was wife-duty and mandatory.
Service.
Obligation.
And so I stopped wanting it.
