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Dear Ann Landers,
am desperate for advice and hope you can help. My husband no longer finds me sexually attractive. For the past several years, he has made love to me only when I've asked. I admit that I'm not as beautiful as I once was, but I'm not repulsive either. I have scars from a surgery, which I try to conceal with pretty nightgowns and soft lights, but he said the scars don't bother him. I've tried discussing the problem, but he insists there's nothing wrong. He says he still loves me and that he finds me attractive. I've begged, remained silent and cried. He told me a while back that a woman shouldn't be aggressive, so I decided to wait for him to make the first move. I'm still waiting. Next month, it will be two years since we made love. I went to a therapist who said my husband may be suffering from de-pression or some physical problem. I asked my husband to go for a physical, but he refused. When he saw the bill from the therapist, he became angry with me for discussing our personal life with "a stranger," and he refused to speak to me for three days. When I look in the mirror, I see a 48-year-old woman who will probably never again have intimate contact with a man. This makes me overwhelmingly sad. I've tried to count my blessings because he is otherwise a good husband and I do love him. Am I being selfish to want more? Do you think I will be able to adjust to abstinence? What should I do? -Zero Self-Esteem in Chicago

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, her steady, the attractive guy (I’ll call him Phil) and I went to a movie. Right in the middle of a sad scene, when it was so quiet in the theater you could hear a pin drop, Phil stood up and yelled out some of the dirtiest words I’ve ever heard. All the while, he was throwing his arms around like a crazy man. I tried to get him to sit down and be quiet, but he paid no attention to me. In no time at all, the manager of the theater came over and told Phil he would have to leave. I didn’t want Phil to go alone, because I was afraid he was off his rocker-so we all left together. When we were walking to the parking lot, Phil said he didn’t feel well and wanted to go home. So we took him home, and I haven’t heard from him since. Please, Ann, tell me what this is all about.

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