I just never imagined...

...I'd be in a marriage where I'm not allowed to see my husband naked.

Score another point for evangelical purity culture.

I was so good, saved myself for marriage on the promise that all my pent up sexuality would be a wonderful gift for my horny new husband.

Joke's on me, I guess. All that pent up sexuality was just practice for the decade of marriage so far and counting. At the least the antidepressant I finally started kills my sex drive a little.

The kids will be grown one day. Maybe I'll find someone who likes sex then.