I hate not being able to contribute. Republished from Whimn.com.au.
How on earth could I have been married to a man for 15 years and not recognize that he had Asperger Syndrome?
I learned to get in touch with my sexual desires. 
My husband fearlessly carries my purse, helps our daughter shop for prom dresses and enjoys being the passenger in my car.
It was his fault. Not theirs. He didn’t deserve me and I should have left years before.
Marriage should be about love and partnership, not politics and servitude.
I’m always surprised when someone blatantly does the deed in front of me. 
I remember the moment it hit me, like a punch in the gut.
With every ‘happy couple’ social media post I see, my trust in men declines…
I wondered what was so wrong with me that I couldn’t inspire a man to make a fuss over me.
Real men choose their wives above everything else.
For weeks, I had to fight my badly-wired instincts that made me want to cut and run.
I understand that my husband will never be able to provide me with the sex life I crave. 
If the room is dark during sex, I can’t tell if it is my husband or the man who assaulted me. 
Maybe I just needed an excuse to get out of the house, child-free, for 15 hours a week.
My sister celebrated something that resulted in a level of devastation I’ve yet to recover from.
I never thought I’d be so happy to be disliked.
Open marriage has its challenges, but personal time outside of being a parent is a great reward.
Sometimes you don’t know what you’re doing until you’ve already done it.