I never understood women who weren’t interested in sex. They would roll their eyes at “having” to make love with their husbands more than two times a month. I bit my tongue. What would they think if they knew I wanted to be ravaged two (or more) times a day?
But now I understand.
I knew a reduction in my sexual urges would probably happen when I made the choice to have all my woman parts removed in a radical, total hysterectomy. I figured radiation and chemotherapy would dampen it too, so was (and still am) at peace with the decision.
So here I am.
Calm, fulfilled in so many aspects of my life, having some of the greatest successes in my professional life, and in a wonderful committed relationship with Nathan.
I am changed. Not by will or true choice. But by gelding.
The Marian Green you knew is dead. In her body is another woman. Perhaps you’ll like her too. Even if she could go for a month without missing sex.