I've been married for a few years, and now that I have become sexless enough to remember when my husband and I finally became jealous, I may have exceeded the limit of frustration. After my husband went fishing for shrimp, I was so mad that I was asked by my husband's subordinates while resisting in words. I told myself only once, but my body couldn't find him and maintain his reason. Every time I had a secret meeting, I was envious of my body and heart so deep that I could immerse myself in the whole body with him.