My Wife Rejects My Advances for Sex. Afterwards, I Hear Her Making Fun of Me From the Other Room.

In this letter addressed specifically to the Chief Conspirator, a man openly admits his deep sense of humiliation and vulnerability after having requested a sexual encounter from his wife of almost ten years.

Dear NSFW,

I'm writing to you because I honestly don’t know who else to talk to. I’m a man in my late 30s, married for nearly ten years. I love my wife deeply — or at least I think I still do — but something has shifted in our relationship that I can’t unsee, and it’s eating me alive.

For the past year, my wife has been turning me down every time I initiate sex. I’ve tried everything — being more romantic, helping more around the house, having open conversations, even backing off to give her space. Her responses range from flat-out rejection to passive avoidance. At first, I figured it was stress, hormones, maybe a lull that long-term couples go through.

But here’s where it gets darker. A few months ago, I started noticing what happens after I get rejected. She’ll go into another room — sometimes the bedroom, sometimes the bathroom — and I can hear her… talking. At first, I thought it was a podcast or phone call. But I’ve listened more closely. She’s mocking me.

I’ve heard her imitate my voice, make fun of how I initiate sex, laugh about how “pathetic” I am for still trying. She says things like, “Guess I should be flattered he still wants me, even if it’s like being humped by a dead dog.” Or, “You’d think after a hundred no’s, he’d take a hint.” She’s laughing when she says it — as if there’s someone else in the room, or maybe just to herself. I don’t know which is worse.

I haven’t confronted her because I’m ashamed. Of her words. Of how far we’ve fallen. Of how weak I feel. I’m afraid if I bring it up, she’ll gaslight me or it’ll explode into something I can’t put back together. Part of me wonders if she wants me to hear it.

Is this emotional abuse? Is this something that can be fixed? Or is this her way of slowly pushing me out without actually doing it herself?

I don’t even know what I’m asking for — advice, clarity, permission to leave? But I needed to say it out loud. Somewhere.

— Forced Cucked and Humiliated

Dear Forced Cuck and Humiliated,

Lover, I don't know whether to hug you or light a match under your ass to escape.

Let’s not sugarcoat this: your wife isn’t just turning you down, she’s rehearsing your humiliation like a one-woman roast show in the next room. That’s not low libido. That’s sadism wrapped in sarcasm.

You're not in a dry spell. You're in a psychological minefield with someone who clearly gets off on dominance, but not the sexy kind. She’s not “just venting.” She’s treating your desire like it’s a joke, and you’re the punchline.

Let’s be blunt: This is emotional abuse, and I say that with my whole chest. It’s mean. It’s manipulative. It’s soul-stripping. And it reeks of someone who’s trying to make you feel so worthless that you’ll eventually leave — so she can play victim when you do.

You asked if this can be fixed? Only if she has a full personality transplant and maybe a spiritual exorcism. But chances are, she doesn’t think she’s doing anything wrong. Because people who laugh behind your back after hurting you? They’re not clueless. They’re cruel.

Here’s what you need to do: Stand up. Speak it. Confront the behavior; calmly, directly, and without apology. No tantrums. No begging. Just facts. Then watch her reaction like it’s the season finale of Why Did I Get Married. That response will tell you everything.

If she gaslights you, plays dumb, or tries to flip the script? Pack your dignity and go. If you’re scared to leave, that’s okay. Fear is part of waking up. Just don’t go back to sleep.

You are not pathetic for wanting sex. You are not pitiful for needing affection. You are not some weak little man for wanting love, warmth, and touch. You are human. And you deserve a partner — not a passive-aggressive performance artist with a grudge.

So ask yourself this: Do you want to stay and keep bleeding in silence, or do you want to walk out of that theater mid-act and save yourself?

Either way, she doesn’t get to write your ending.

Choose power. Choose peace. Choose you.

Chief Conspirator - Truth Dealer. Bullshit Slayer. Licensed in Sexual Liberation.