I never thought that what should have been the most intimate and satisfying aspect of my marriage to Edwin would turn out to be the most agonising. He seemed aloof on the night of our wedding. I attempted to be sympathetic, speculating that it may be fatigue or nervousness. However, it occurred once again the next night and twice after that. I quickly understood that jitters weren’t the issue. There was a problem.
After being emotionally distant for weeks, Edwin finally opened up. He acknowledged, with a tone of humiliation, that he had been dealing with erectile dysfunction for more than a year. Love, he believed, would somehow make it better. I could repair it, he thought. Despite my love for him, I was unable to mend what we couldn’t comprehend. He had previously visited physicians, but nothing helped. He had headaches from pills… CONTINUE READING