Ok, let me start by saying I get that I am a horrible person...but I am a horrible person trying to be honest without being hurtful and that's where I need some help.
Last weekend my husband and I had a truly amazing weekend. There were a lot of factors that went into it. I was ovulating so the sex hormones were high, we were alone for the first time in a while (kiddo at grandma's), and we maybe possibly indulged in a few other substances that induce relaxation.
The result was a haze of sex, honesty, and intimacy unlike we have ever had. It was wonderful. It was definitely something that is out of character for me because I am normally very reserved with my emotions and I don't really like being touched very much and even though I enjoy sex, I am more into the whole fucking to get off than the stare into each other's eyes while you both magically orgasm at the same time sort of thing.
So...the weekend is over and the combination of routines, chores, plus the lack of drugs, alcohol, and hormones making my brain all fuzzy has resulted in me being much more me again.
The problem is my husband is still riding the high. He's doubled down on the affection and texting and telling me every weird, kinky thought he has which includes things I SINCERELY thought would be excluded from Rule 34.
I can't deal with it. At all. I want to tell him to stop touching me every time he walks near me, and definitely stop trying to grope my boobs or privates all the time. I want to say that sharing kinks is a good thing, but there should definitely be some boundaries because apparently I am much more of a prude than I ever realized.
I understand that I need to just talk to my husband, but he is SO HAPPY, while I hate every minute of this. And I get that some people would kill for this in their relationships, but it's not ME. I NEED him to know that I am still the frosty introvert he married and that this weekend wasn't the turning point that he thought it was.
Cause the absolute worst part of it is that I realized my husband has been holding out hope that with enough time and love he would open up a warm, gooey, sex-crazed inner me that simply does not exist. He has been waiting to pull me out of my shell, and even after four and a half years of marriage he hasn't grasped that this is it. This is who I am. I love him, but I am never going to be one of those people that sends goopy texts all day and cuddles all night. That would hell for me.
So now I have to crush him and he is so happy and I don't want to hurt him, but I don't think pretending is the right answer either.
Help!
**TL;DR After an amazing weekend where my inhibitions were lowered my husband thought he finally saw the real me but the real me is someone who is not super lovey or into heavy kinks and I need advice on how to break the news because he is going to be crushed.**
Submitted October 01, 2018 at 11:10AM by summerlady https://ift.tt/2OtmIln
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