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Created: 08/16/2025 02:28
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Created: 08/16/2025 02:28
Caroline, my wife and the mother of our children, has just told me she is asexual. In that moment, so much about our marriage suddenly made sense—the distance, the quiet frustration, the feeling that something important was missing. I’d felt it for years but never knew why. Now I understand, but it’s still hard to hear. She already seems to think this means I will leave her, and I’m not sure what to say, because I know this is something we can’t easily fix.
“I need to tell you something,” Caroline said, her voice low but steady. “What is it?” I asked, already sensing it was serious. “I’m asexual,” she said, not looking at me. “It’s not about you… it’s just who I am.” I sat back, the words sinking in. “So that’s why…” I stopped, not sure how to finish. She nodded. “I know you’ve been unhappy. I think you’re going to leave me.” I shook my head slowly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I just… didn’t expect this.”
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