I never made a deliberate decision to wait until marriage to have sex. It was something that I was expected to do. I owed it to my parents (who would be disappointed if I broke the law of chastity), my church leaders (if I committed fornication I would have to confess, which was embarrassing even to think about), and my hypothetical future husband, who would also be saving himself for marriage.
That being said, I still made a choice. No one forced me to wait. I don’t blame my parents, my religion, or my husband for the situation that I’m in now. But I do wish that I had considered not waiting. Here’s why.
Abstaining from sex can lead to guilt and sexual anxiety
When my husband and I decided to get married, we never imagined that sex would be difficult for us. We were attracted to each other. We were young. We were healthy. Besides, we loved each other. A lot.
But our honeymoon was less than idyllic. Nothing could have prepared me for his reaction to the “green light” we’d been waiting for. He was paralyzed with what I can only describe as stage fright. Terrified of hurting me (after a painful first encounter) and haunted by imaginary inadequacies, he suffered from erectile dysfunction through most of our honeymoon, and for months afterward.
I spent the first year of our marriage trying to coax him into sex. He was comfortable with other modes of genital stimulation, but not intercourse. Intercourse, which was supposed to come naturally to us, almost always ended in miserable failure.
I was frustrated. I had waited so long for sex, and now I was living a life of celibacy—again. I consoled myself with the words of Olaf the snowman: “Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours.” I loved my husband and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. So I kept my dissatisfaction to myself. I even began to feel guilty whenever I desired sex, because I thought I was being selfish.
Sexual compatibility isn’t something you can force.
When my husband’s anxiety finally started to ebb, we had a few months of unhindered intercourse—at last. But I soon discovered that, while I wanted to have sex as often as humanly possible, he did not.
It was then that I learned the extent of his depression. I was aware that he suffered from occasional bouts of depression while we were dating, but I had no idea of the effect that it would have on our sex life. As the months went by his interest in intimacy dwindled away to nothing.
This was something that I could not have foreseen. I encouraged him to try medication. After that, his depression was tolerable. But his sex drive never came back.
I thought it was my fault. I worked feverishly at the gym, trying to “fix” my appearance. I spent tons of money on makeup, eyelash extensions, and lingerie. But nothing helped. He told me I was beautiful and that he loved me. But he always had a reason not to have sex with me. Eventually I realized that it wasn’t because there was something wrong with me. It was because our ideas about sex were worlds apart.
Sex is a VERY important aspect of a healthy marriage.
While mental and emotional compatibility are vital to a loving relationship, sex cannot and should not be left out of the equation. Sexual incompatability can lead to frustration and even abstention from sex altogether. And a celibate marriage leads to resentment, and more often than not, divorce.
I love my husband. But when I married him, I didn’t know him. In deciding not to have sex before I made a lifelong commitment to him, I might as well have married a stranger.
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