The Night I Gave My Husband A 'Free Pass' For Sex

The solution to our sexual problems seemed clear. Our libidos don't match anymore; they haven't since I had kids.

I'm not a fake it 'til I make it gal. I hate sex if I'm not in the mood. My husband's favorite line is, "I just want to have sex with my wife. You're my wife."

Do you want mind-blowing sex? Fine, go out and get it. I'll give you a free pass; a "hall pass" to pound. A round trip, rump ride with someone else.

The idea had been stewing abstractly for years. It started when I began to feel guilty for not screwing my husband after the birth of our two babies 16 months apart.

I thought in my mind: We have a good marriage, we get along great, our kids are happy, I'm happy. Why screw it up by not screwing him? If sex is that important, he can go somewhere else to get it.

It just seemed so unfair, though, to me, to us. Why is a sexless marriage an automatic precursor to divorce? How can not having sex negate all of the other wonderful things about our marriage? Why is it sex or nothing?

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At this point, psychologists and shrinks would be telling me to "do it anyway." That a healthy relationship is "all about intimacy." They'd urge me to "try harder, even if you don't feel like it, you'll get in the mood." That we need to "schedule sex."

Trust me I tried all that. I've shagged my husband plenty of times when I wasn't in the mood. And you know what? It's repulsive. It's disgusting. With wine, it feels tolerable. I even initiated some nights. I broke out my sexy lingerie and pounced on him like a porn star.

I was pretending to be horny. I was faking a libido. I was acting, just so my husband — and the world — wouldn't tell me that I was doomed to divorce.

(Pause. In case you're thinking that my husband is a bad bone, let me put that argument to bed right now. When we do have sex and I'm in the mood, it's off the charts. So don't go there.)

As much as our sexual Sahara bothers my husband, it bothers me, too. Why can't I be super-sexual again? Why don't I ever feel like doin' it? Why can't I pull out the wild pony tricks of my past? How can having a baby ruin my libido like this?

I even had my hormones tested; maybe I could blame those. But nope, the tests came back normal.

I refuse to believe that romance wholly makes up a marriage.

There's more than enough good stuff to sustain us, as a couple, as a family, while the romance of our relationship takes a back seat. If our marriage goes on a hot-and-heavy hiatus, does that mean we're going to hell in a handbasket? That we're destined for the big "D"?

One night, while enjoying a lovely cocktail hour with my husband, I blurted it out.

"I just wish you'd have sex with someone else. Have a free pass. Don't let me know — just do it. I can' have sex with you as you need. Just be safe and don't fall in love."

My husband looked shocked and hurt.

"You don't love me anymore," he said, lowering his voice.

My eyes swelled up, but no tears. I looked down at the ground. Didn't he understand? I offered because I DO love him. He looked genuinely crushed.

"Have you even considered the possible consequences of me sleeping with someone else?" he asked.

I found my voice after getting choked up.

"Yes, I've run it over and over through my mind. I feel like it's the only option to make you and me happy.

I just feel all of this pressure. Pressure to be a good, hot, skinny, sexy wife who knows how to bone you like a freaky prostitute, and put dinner on the table, and asks you how your day was, and be this loving mother to my kids. Oh, and kick-ass at my job. It's too much. I just can't take the pressure anymore."

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"I don't make you feel pressured. I never make you feel pressured to cook or clean."

This is true. He doesn't. He wouldn't flinch if I hired a cleaning company or if I ordered take-out every night or if I was never successful in my career. But he does drop hints when he's horny (which is constantly), that if I really loved him, I'd want to have sex with him.

I don't think you can equate the two: Love and sex. I don't care how much psychobabble you've had shoved down your throat; this is real life. It's really hard raising human beings.

I love my husband, but the sex switch is sometimes stuck. For long periods of time. I don't heat up under the hood as much as I used to.

My story is no different from that of anyone else with young kids. I'm exhausted. I'm drained.

I don't need the added pressure of having sex every night. I don't need the pressure of trying to act like a sex fiend when really I'm just jonesin' for some good zzz's. I don't have the bandwidth for mind-blowing sex every week.

I can't get down with scheduled sexcapades, sexpectations, obligatory date nights, or the cliché marriage counseling that shrinks suggest to every couple struggling with sexual intimacy.

 I'll be sure to put that advice on my how-NOT-to-save-my-marriage list. Because adding more items to my current to-do list will cause me to go clinically insane.

I can't be physically and emotionally available to my husband like I used to be.

There are a bazillion reasons why being romantically available can't happen as often as I'd like — kids, work, travel, activities. We're all plagued by various family life logistics. Then consider my post-baby body issues. (I could cry about that for another 5 lines, but I'll spare you.) 

Our marriage isn't screwed. We're not getting divorced. And apparently, my husband's not taking my free pass offer. 

The sex will come. The dates will come. The courtship. The passion. And if they don't for a year — or two or five — that's OK. I just want to be friends and partners, and to be a family. And he does, too.

I wish the psychologists and sexperts of the world would stop feeding me lines about how to get my marriage back on track after a baby with these X number of simple steps. Or how to get my body back. Or how to get my job back.

I'll never get any of those things back. I'm not the same person. Growing and raising a human changes you deeply and permanently. 

My body will never come back. My brain will never return to its pre-baby state. And I definitely don't want my old job back.

We're on a new track.

The big picture is the friendship I'll have with my partner in the long run. Can I be friends with this person 15 or so years from now? Do I want my husband by my side at soccer games? Dance recitals? High school graduation?

Yes, I want to share these moments with him — and only him.

At the moment, I may not have the hottest sex life, the most full social schedule, the deepest feelings of romantic love toward my husband but when that changes, my husband will be ready, with his free pass in hand — for me.

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Sarah Hosseini is a writer who has been published in Cosmopolitan, Redbook Magazine, Good Housekeeping, and The Huffington Post. Follow her on Twitter.