Real Joe has excerpts from his essay Why Women Don’t Want Sex with Us: Draft 1 of Scene 2

No TV. No music. No computer. No kids. We’ve secluded ourselves for three days at a friends’ weekend hobby farm.

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We start arguing about kids, money, housework, all the usual. After a long silence, I blurt out, “I’m not happy. I don’t like the way our marriage is right now. I don’t want to go on like this.”

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My body startles me again, this time with tears, then sobs. I don’t know what is going exactly but my ol’ man is lurking in the shadows, telling me that I’m now basically fucked since I’ve turned into a sniveling idiot, a wimp of the first degree.

Good stuff. Brave stuff. I hope there’s a way to read the whole thing when it’s done.