Awesome letter

This is an awesome article that Hindustan times printed today. It is actually an anonymous letter... first published in the guardian. Thank you HT and The guardian
I reproduce the letter as it is...

A Letter to...... my wife whose lover I long to.....

W e broke up just the once. I’ve never told you why, have I? It’s because I didn’t think I could spend the rest of my life having so little sex. I quickly saw sense. There was more to life than sex. You were too good to lose. Tearful and confused, you took me back. We married.

Our wedding night was a total shock: your elaborate wedding plans didn’t include sleeping with me. You were exhausted. But it was our wedding night, I pleaded. We had the rest of our lives, you explained. Then came the honeymoon. I had naively thought that honeymoons were for lots of sex. Ours wasn’t.

We watched Annie Hall and laughed at the scene where Alvy and Annie see their therapist separately. Alvy complains that they rarely have sex: “Maybe three times a week.” Annie complains that they constantly have sex: “I’d say three times a week.” Just out of interest, can you tell me exactly how many foot strokes equal a ... ? I ask because, by now, I must have given you - at your bidding - more foot massages than most partners receive in a lifetime. Can’t you see how overdrawn your account is at The Bank of Physical Affection?

It is Saturday night. We are in bed, the kids finally asleep. You are watching the film. Will you ever understand how it feels to pale into insignificance beside a mediocre film? “But,” you say, “I’ll never get round to it otherwise.” My point precisely. Because you’re always knackered. I know you work hard for our comfortable lifestyle. But must you run the school PTA? Go to the gym so often?

So you turn out the light, say goodnight. I lie awake and tell you I ache for you. You kiss me and say we will do something about it soon.

I pick up Cosmopolitan. “Pressed for time? Have a quickie!” Our only quickies were whenever you wanted a baby. Every night around the magic date. Sounds like a schoolboy’s dream. Unfortunately, I stopped being a schoolboy about 30 years ago.

Are we only waiting for the children to grow up before we go our separate ways? I know that we will have sex again. But it saddens me to think that we’ve probably (not “definitely” - I live in hope) done all we’re ever going to do in bed. And it upsets me that we’re never going to do anything out of it.

So I ask if sex matters to you. Yes, you say. But not as much as it does to me.