The physical problem was bad, but the silence was worse. That’s the honest truth. For months, this thing was in our lives, but we never, ever talked about it. It was like this huge elephant that just sat in our bedroom, and we both pretended not to see it. It made everything feel fake and strained. I was so wrapped up in my own head, feeling ashamed and broken, that I couldn't see what my silence was doing to my wife.

I was making up all these lame excuses for why I didn't want to be intimate. I was too tired, I had a headache, I was stressed about work. The list went on and on. I was creating distance between us on purpose, because I was terrified of failing again. What I didn't get was that she knew something was wrong. And because I wasn't talking, she was left to guess. And her guesses were a million times worse than the reality. She thought I wasn't attracted to her anymore. She was worried I was seeing someone else. My silence was making her feel rejected and insecure.

I had already done the research and secretly ordered Cenforce. I had this potential solution sitting in my nightstand drawer, but I felt like I couldn't use it without talking to her first. It felt like a lie. I finally realized that the silence was the actual problem I had to solve. The pill could wait.

I was terrified of this conversation. I played it out in my head a dozen times, and it never went well. But I knew I had to do it. So I picked a Sunday afternoon. No distractions, no pressure. We were just sitting on the couch. I think my heart was pounding. I just came out with it, something like, Hey, I need to talk to you about something serious.

I tried my best to explain it. I made sure the very first thing I said was that this was my problem. It was about me, my body, and my head. I must have told her five times that it had nothing to do with her, that I was still completely in love with her. I could see the relief on her face just from that.

Then I tried to explain the whole anxiety thing. How it started with one bad night and then snowballed. How the fear of it happening again was what made it happen again. I think explaining it like that helped her see it as a mechanical problem, a short circuit in my brain, and not an emotional problem with us.

Only after all of that did I bring up the pill. I told her I'd done some research and found this stuff called Cenforce that could help break the cycle. I didn't want to present it like I had all the answers. I asked her what she thought. I asked if she would be okay with us trying it. I wanted it to be our decision, not just my secret plan.

Her reaction blew me away. She didn't get angry or upset. She just looked at me and said she was so glad I finally told her. She admitted she had been worried sick that it was her fault. All that time, we were both just feeling awful for different reasons, all because we weren't talking.

Suddenly, it wasn't my problem anymore. It was our project. We talked about the Cenforce like we were planning a weekend trip. We looked up the side effects together. We decided on a night to try it with zero pressure. That single conversation did more for our intimacy than any pill ever could. It let her in, and it let all my fear and shame out. The pill fixed the physical part, but the conversation is what started to fix us.

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