I stared at my wife Tracy as she lay in bed, her once voluptuous body now sagging with age and neglect. She used to be so wild, so uninhibited in our lovemaking. But that was years ago, before the weight gain, the low self-esteem, and the complete loss of her s*x drive. I missed the woman she used to be, the one who would eagerly try anything in the bedroom.
"Tracy," I said softly, running my hand along her thigh. "We need to talk."
She sighed, her eyes still closed. "I'm too tired, Tony. Can we do this tomorrow?"
I gritted my teeth. This was always her excuse. "No, we can't. We need to address the elephant in the room. Our s*x life has been dead for years."
Tracy opened her eyes, a flash of anger in them. "You think I don't know that? You think I enjoy feeling like a frigid old hag?"
