I had for years accommodated men and tried to quench what I had been told was their insatiable hunger for sex, but in marriage, I wanted to hand my body over only when I felt full of desire. Jon never demanded anything, but he didn’t have to say it, or even think it, for it to be there: wives were supposed to please their husbands, even when they would rather not. And as this thing called a wife, I felt duty bound to please him, which only made me reject him more forcefully.
