After 13 years, she has agreed there might be a problem.

We were sort of okay until she hit menopause.

Then we started setting date nights, putting out certain lingerie items, and getting blown off all the time.

After she yelled at me for not "getting on the same page" I said fuck it and stopped making any advances. That was pretty much the end of it. A couple of half-assed attempts since then, including yesterday when she suggested we give each other massages. We gave away our massage table a couple of years ago, of course, so I set up a couple of sawhorses and a cedar panel. It was plenty sturdy, but too high. That fizzled out after about five minutes.

I try not to dwell on it, but I'm about done. I did watch a few YouTube videos after searching for "sexless marriage" which served to validate my anger if nothing else.

Years ago I forwarded a couple of links about "sex after 60" which I might as well have launched into outer space.

Would it kill you to give me a fucking hand job, ffs?

Wish me luck, we're going to try again.