25/10/2025
Hello, my little boy of 4 years was playing with my wife’s handbag when a d**ildo fell out of it.
I was really shocked when I saw it. She quickly rushed to pick it up and put it back into the bag, thinking I hadn’t noticed.
Later that night, I decided to check the bag and take it out so I could confront her, but it wasn’t there. I searched everywhere until I eventually found it hidden behind the sink in the kitchen—probably the last place she thought I would look.
When I confronted her about it, she got angry and said I shouldn’t have gone looking for it. Later, she explained that she had hidden it there because of our son.
I asked why she had it in the first place, and she claimed it wasn’t hers, but that it belonged to a friend who had forgotten it with her. Honestly, why would a friend forget such a thing with you? Nobody wants to be caught using that, so I asked, “Does this mean this is what you and your friend do?”
She got upset again, saying I was accusing her of using something she had never even thought about using. I then asked her to call the friend immediately so I could hear from her directly, but instead she locked herself in another room.
The next day, she told me she had returned it to her friend and didn’t want to revisit the issue.
But here’s my problem: before I ever saw that thing, she frequently declined me sezz. I’ve tried several times to get us to talk about it, asking if anything is wrong so I can work on myself, but she always says she’s fine—and she’s still saying the same thing now.
I’m convinced that d*ildo was hers, but she gets angry whenever I bring it up. What’s the best way for me to move on from this? Because right now, I feel she prefers that d***o over me. And to be honest, the d***o was almost twice my size. Could it be that I’m small and she just doesn’t want to admit it? Someone please advise me, because I’m really struggling to either let this go or pretend it’s not eating me up.
love my husband, but his snoring is breaking us. We've been together for seven years: one year of dating and six years of marriage. We now have two beautiful children who are the light of our lives.
Before we married, my devout Christian parents made it clear that we were to wait until after marriage to be intimate or spend the night together. I respected their values, and so did he. I never even slept over at his place before our wedding night. He was only my second boyfriend, but the first I ever introduced to my family, and they welcomed him with open arms. Honestly, it’s hard not to love him. He is kind, respectful, a wonderful father, and he provides for our family with dedication and love.
But there’s something I’ve been carrying in silence for years, something that’s slowly breaking me.
He has a severe snoring problem.
On our wedding night, he waited patiently for me to fall asleep before lying down himself. At the time, I thought it was the sweetest act of care. Now I realize he was hiding something: the moment he falls asleep, it’s like a generator has been switched on in our bedroom. I’m not exaggerating; his snoring is so loud it can be heard from two rooms away. It’s so intense that it sometimes even wakes him up.
I discovered it just a week after our wedding. I was in shock. I had no idea what I was walking into.
A month later, we visited his mother. She pulled me aside and asked quietly, “Does he still snore loudly?” That question broke me. I burst into tears. I felt so alone and so trapped. Yet, I didn’t want to shame him because, in every other way, he is an amazing husband.
Over the years, I’ve tried everything to help: multiple doctors, sleep studies, lifestyle changes, herbal remedies, special pillows, you name it. Nothing has worked. The moment his eyes close, the snoring begins.
It’s affecting our marriage profoundly. I’m someone who loves closeness: cuddling, kissing, resting my head on his chest as we fall asleep. I can’t do any of that anymore because the sound keeps me awake. If he falls asleep before I do, I know I won’t sleep at all. I’ve lost count of the nights I’ve lain there, exhausted, staring at the ceiling.
Worse, I can’t even kiss him the way I used to. The image of his open mouth, the sounds, it’s all burned into my memory. I feel guilty even saying this, but it’s the truth. I love him, but I’ve grown physically disconnected from him.
Recently, I overheard our son play-acting and mimicking his father’s snoring. My heart sank. I realized how much this is affecting not just me, but our entire home, our intimacy, and our connection.
I love my husband. I truly do, but I’m miserable. I feel isolated in my marriage. I’ve prayed, cried, and tried to adjust, but after six years, I’m at a breaking point. I’m seriously thinking about divorce, not because he’s a bad man, he’s far from it, but because I don’t know how to live like this anymore. I am considering leaving the marriage.
