My husband is impotent, what should I do?

Yurka changes me - sitting at a table in a cafe, I told gloomily to my close friend Natka. She even choked on coffee. Coughing up, she hardly pinched:
- C of what did you get?
- I feel! I propped my chin on my hand and sighed. "You see ... he does not want me anymore."
- Like this? In the sense of avoiding sex?
- Yeah. We have not had it for several months ... But we just made love almost every day.
"Well, the man is so tired," Natalya concluded. "Why throw yourself in a panic?" He's not a rabbit-energizer!
"And if it's not fatigue, but that Yuri has stopped loving me?" What are you looking at? Could this happen?
"Theoretically yes, but-oh ..." Natasha hesitated, tapping her fingers thoughtfully on the table. - What if you feed Yurchik too much for the night? Of course, Light! And who has sex to engage in hunting for a full stomach? It would be more like a barrel - and bainki.
"But I always fed him that way." And until now everything was fine!
- Then maybe the problem is that you are now working together? - put forward a new version of Natka. "Together at the office, you go home together, go to bed together and get up together ... Too much together, you know?" Perhaps, Eureka began to oppress this. "Is my presence there?" But why?!
- Because because! Now he would be every day there is one and the same?
- Same? Probably not.
"That's why he does not want to have sex with you!" Satisfied man. It happens.
- So what should I do? I groaned.
- Well I do not know. Try to again fall in love with him. In the sense of seducing.
"Your own husband?" Hello!
"Do not interrupt me, please." You better listen to what you have to do. First try to radically change the image. For example, recollect yourself in a blonde. In my opinion, you will go!

- Thank you, advised! My Yurik can not stand blondes!
- Are you sure? - Nate blinked confusedly. - I did not notice ...
"What do you mean by that?"
- And the fact that he treats me perfectly. Or, in your opinion, is this pretense?
"No," I shook my head. "But that does not mean that he will like it if I too become a blonde."
"If you do not want it, do not!" Well, cut your hair.
- Lost her mind? I've been growing my hair so much. No, this option is also excluded! And anyway, all this is nonsense.
- What is it? Natka asked me. - Yes all! I sipped my cold coffee. - If a person has fallen out of love with you, then no tricks will help. The process is irreversible, you understand?
- So it is, if you do not love. And Yurka loves you. I'm sure. You know, I have a very good intuition, so do not argue with me. It's better to think about how to dissuade Yurchik.
- What more! Teach you, if this is so clever.
- Yes, easily! First tip: if you want sex, do not feed the man to the dump. Prepare something light, for example, an exotic salad and salmon with a lemon on the grill. Although sushi is also suitable. Second: get dressed poskusualnee ... Short skirt, transparent blouson, stockings on elastic bands ... In general, show imagination!
"Of course, I can, but I do not see the point," I began, but Natka ignored this remark:
"Enough of theory." Drink coffee, and went to the mall. I saw elegant clothes there. Yurka will definitely appreciate it.
"Thank you ... And maybe another time?"

No other time! Laughed a friend. "Enough to wait for mercy from nature, Svetka!" We will take everything from life to this day! "All right, yours," I sighed in amazement. "Let's go ..."
The next day I started to implement the plan that we developed ... At about six in the evening, when there were few clients, Yuriku said that I had a headache and left my job. And when after a couple of hours my husband came home, I met him at the door in one of my underwear. Yura took this in his own way.
- Why are you naked? Hot?
"Not yet," I grinned. "But I hope you will warm me up." Yes Dear?
- Now ?! He was horrified. - Oh no!
"No, no?" Hell, I knew that!
I will not describe what kind of idiot I felt at that moment. Listened to Natasha on her head! She turned and defiantly retired to the bedroom, slowly put on her robe, buttoned up the buttons. I was terribly anxious to throw myself face down on the bed and burst into tears, but I found the strength to not do it. Going out into the living room, she sat down on the sofa and asked:
"Tell me the truth, have you stopped loving me?"
"What stupid thoughts!" The spouse was indignant. - Of course not!
"I do not believe it," I said, turning my head to face him. "Please do not play cat and mouse with me."

If you have another woman, tell me honestly! You know how much I hate lying.
"Svetulia, baby ..." Yura slid down onto the carpet, grabbing my knees. "Do not even think about it." I swear, you do not have cause for concern.
"Then explain why we stopped having sex."
- Because I'm very tired! A whole day on the run, you know ...
- So after all, I also do not beat the buckets! But I do not lose the desire to make love. And you ... No, you definitely had a mistress.
- Nonsense! I can swear that there is not and never will be another woman in my life. And this unjustified jealousy insults me ...
"Do not get hurt on a healthy head," I muttered. "And do not blame everything for your fatigue." In the end, we have weekends. Are there?
"Light, honey!" Why these stupid reproaches. We are adults and ...
"... should have sex," I finished for him. - And you evasive.
"Well, all ..." Yuri rose from the floor and decidedly went to the door. "As you can see, you are set to quarrel today." Therefore, I'd rather spend the night with my mother. I hope she will not mind ... I was in shock. He had never behaved like that before and did not speak to me like that. I stopped recognizing my own husband ...
The next day, Yura, as if nothing had happened, met me on the threshold of the office and gave me a bouquet of roses. Apologized for his yesterday's behavior and said that he made the appropriate conclusions.

I cheered up. In the evening I waited for passionate caresses in bed, but when I left the shower, I found Yura ... asleep. I was just shaking with anger, that's a pig! And I've hung my ears! Turning, I went to the kitchen to call Natasha:
- Natka, what should I do? He definitely has someone. That's just how to prove it? Maybe a private detective to hire?
-And if not? She protested. "Only throw money away."
"Well, what do you suggest?"
- Nothing. Although ... What if we watch out for our cousin? Yuri does not seem to know him ...
- Right! - I cheered up. "Natasha, just talk to him quickly."
"Be cool!" - reassured her friend. - Consider that the process has already begun ...
Alas, Natkin's brother turned out to be a useless conspirator. Yura figured it out on the fourth day.
- You know, Svetka, someone "grazes" me. Maybe he's going to rob? My mother advises me to tell the police. What do you think?
"Not that!" - I was frightened. "I asked you to follow."
- You?! Yura asked in amazement.
- Yes. Natkin's cousin.
- But why?! It's fucking stupid!
"He's a fool himself!" - I snapped. - Is it clear? For almost a week we sulked at each other and played silently, but then we finally made peace. At the same time, Yura continued to sleep on the sofa in the living room.
"I do not understand a thing," I once complained to Natasha. "Iceman, not man!" Just at least take and divorce!
- Do not even think about it! She was frightened. "Such peasants like Yurka are nowhere to be found with fire." Clever, calm, not drinking, money can earn!
- And to sense? - I waved it off. But the divorce did not begin to submit ... The next anniversary of our wedding was approaching, and Yura asked how I would like to celebrate this event.
"Let's not invite anyone this year," she asked her husband. "Let's sit together, just you and me." Good?
"As you wish," he agreed, but without much enthusiasm ...

On Saturday, my husband went to a meeting with one of the clients, and I stayed at home preparing for the celebration. The whole day was spinning like a squirrel in a wheel. But everyone was satisfied: a beautifully laid table, and its appearance. Here only Jura for some reason lingered and did not answer my calls. I no longer knew what to think. When I was really desperate, there was a key in the lock.
- Finally! She screamed, running out to meet her. And stopped. Next to Jura was his brother. Seeing my displeased face, Semyon smiled in embarrassment:
"Is it alright that I'm not invited?"
"Nothing," I said, throwing a very eloquent glance at my husband.
- That is great! - the brother-in-brother was quickened. "Then I went to wash my hands ..."
"How do you mean to understand this ?!" - having dragged to the kitchen, I hissed angrily at Yura. "After all, we agreed to celebrate the anniversary together!"
"It's not my fault," her husband whispered. "You see, Olga left for two days in the village to her parents. And my brother, as luck would have it, lost the keys to the apartment. Well, do not spend the night on the street!
"And I think you're lying!" And he brought it to us on purpose! It is so?
Yura found it necessary not to answer. In general, the evening was hopelessly spoiled ... I do not know how much I would have wondered what the matter was, if I had not found a medical journal in my desk. And it's a bookmark. It was an article about problems with potency. I even threw myself into the heat. Idiot, how could I not have guessed right away? I decided to talk to my husband frankly. Rather, she persuaded him to go with me to a sex therapist. Now everything is fine with us. Even more than ...