28/02/2026
Keep me anonymous.
I am 38 years old. Recently, I married a 26 year old woman. When I met her, she was still involved with her baby daddy. Their relationship was toxic. They fought a lot. She cried a lot. I stepped in thinking I was rescuing her from a bad situation.
I thought I was giving her peace.
Now sometimes I wonder if I was actually rescuing him.
My wife has an extremely high sexual drive. In the beginning, I won’t lie it felt amazing. I felt wanted. I felt chosen. I felt like a real man. She desired me in a way that boosted my confidence.
But now I am exhausted.
No matter how much I give, it is never enough. You give her your all, and she still wants more. And again. And again. I work as a security guard. My shifts are long. I stand for hours. Some nights I barely sleep. My body already feels heavy before I even step into my house.
But at home, there is no rest.
I try to hide how tired I am. I push myself because I don’t want her to feel rejected. I don’t want her to think I don’t find her attractive. I don’t want her to regret choosing me. But sometimes… I fail.
And when I do, the atmosphere changes. She doesn’t scream, but there are deeper shoutings. The disappointment. The frustration in her tone. The way she turns her back in silence. It makes me feel like I am not enough.
I tried to communicate. I told her I am getting tired. I explained that my job drains me physically and mentally. But she takes it as a compliment. She laughs and says, “So I’m too much for you?” like it’s something to celebrate. Instead of slowing down, it only gets worse.
Sometimes I joke to myself that one day I will d!e because of this pressure. But honestly, it doesn’t feel like a joke anymore. I feel like I am constantly proving myself. Like I am competing with a standard I can’t maintain forever.
I don’t want her to feel unwanted. I love my wife. I truly do. But I also don’t want to feel like a slave in my own marriage. Intimacy should be mutual. It should have balance. It should not feel like a duty I am afraid of.
Now I sit and think… maybe her baby daddy wasn’t the problem. Maybe he was just tired too. I need help. I need advice before this becomes resentment. Before love turns into pressure. I’m tired
