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Dear How to Accomplish It,

I was 25 when I married my wife. I’m 44 now. She’s 47. We have two children together, and a grown stepson whose father is in prison. Both our dating and engaged relationships were entire of shared activities and physical touching. We did everything together from cooking to fishing, playing cards, walking, riding back roads, having sex, and socializing with friends. She never told me “no” when intimate desires scratched me. Never. Not once.

Our relationship changed immediately the day after our wedding—and I do mean immediately. It just took me many years to see it. Our sex being went ov

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