So in my last post, I said I gave him an ultimatum, he could make me feel wanted, show me more intimacy and have more frequent sex, or I would find someone who would do those things for me. (Sorry, I don't know how to link my last post to this one) Well, his deadline came and went and he hadn't given me an answer, offered to talk about it, or even made a slight change. So I did what I said I was going to do. I love this man with all of my heart. We have a connection like I've never had with anyone, he is my favorite person to talk to, to explore and go on adventures with, everything about our relationship is perfect, except he doesn't show me intimacy, he doesn't make me feel like I'm wanted, and he never initiates sex, and often rejects me when I attempt to initiate. Friday was his deadline, when I saw he wasn't taking me seriously, I started my end of the deal by going to the bank, withdrawing half the money from our checking and half from our savings and opening my own account. I went home and divided all of the bills we have coming due in half, and left that for him to know that's how much he owes. I started separating his laundry from mine, I will no longer be his maid. I do not cook anymore, to my knowledge our stove hasn't even been turned on since his deadline. Every night since, I have went out to the movies and dinner with friends. I have went to a bar a couple times, even though that's not my thing, and I have a couple of guy friends that I could possibly seeing myself having a FWB relationship with one of them. I'm not trying to rush into any of that. So, he sees that I am being serious. We are basically roommates that are legally married, and share the same bed. That is it. Last night, I get up to use the restroom, and come back to bed. I turn over on my side facing away from him, and he put his hand on my shoulder. I jerked away. He then tries scooting close to me, when I feel his hard on poking me in the butt. (We both sleep naked) I scooted away. He tried once again to get close enough to touch me. I stood up, and told him "I was very serious with the demands I gave you. I am done playing your bullshit games! You don't get to be the only one that has a say in when we have sex and when we don't. It is not my fault that you spend the majority of your nights masterbating to avoid having to touch me! You don't get to do this to me over and over! You don't get to have me when you want me, and shew me away like a dog when you don't! I gave you so many chances to change, and when you decide to "try" to change is after I've already decided I can't deal anymore. Scoot back to your side of the bed, or sleep on the couch, but don't touch me again!" You guys, it hurt so bad to say those things to him. I don't want to hurt him, I have never wanted to hurt him. But I have been begging him for over a year to touch me, and he refuses. I cannot continue playing that game! I guess my point in all this is, no matter how long you've been trying, there will come a time when you've had enough, and you will make a change.