The case of the missing G-spot

To preface, let's just say I was having multiple orgasms when y'all were in diapers. Now then, it's been six months since The Breakup, and while orgasms were few and far between those last few months, they have been nonexistent since.

When engaging in solo activity, I can get there. It's the whole partner thing that throws me off. I have slept with exactly three boys since The Breakup, and I'm starting to get alarmed. Something tells me sleeping with the entire city of New York isn't going to help, either.

The first two were not particularly distressing, as they were just one-offs. It usually takes me a few tries with a new guy. What's upsetting is Favorite Ex. Not only did I get there nearly every single time when we were together, we timed it perfectly. Following the simultaneous orgasm would be a high-five and a "go team!"

Now, nothing. Favorite Ex suggested I see a sex therapist. Yeah, I'll call up Dr. Ruth, pronto. Thing is, I know what the issue is.

I've refrained from a lot of specifics regarding The Ex, but since it's crucial to the story, I'll go there. Plus, I'm no longer interested in Causing Him Pain, so there's no malicious intent. (Me doth think the lady protest too much! Or something.) Anyway, we had a Big Sex Issue. Mainly, me wanting to have it and him, well not. Lots and lots of fighting that would go like this:

Wanna do it?

Audible sigh

I'll take that as a no, then.

You're such a nympho.

Nympho? We haven't had sex in a MONTH. And we live together.

Sex isn't the most important thing in a relationships you know.

Yell, yell, Scream scream, Cry cry.

After months and months and months of that, one starts to make a correlation between sex and anxiety. And now I have a missing G-spot and a broken clitoris. And every time I'm engaging in sexual activity now, I'm thinking stopthinkingstopthinkingyou'regoingtofuckitallupshit.

I believe my current sexual dysfunction is a good reason to avoid relationships entirely. Possibly forever.