I'm really confused by all of this "consenting" stuff. No, I'm not an advocate of marital rape, and yes, I do understand that it happens. However, I do not, by any stretch of the imagination, believe that anything less than complete consent is wrong. Nor do I believe a man is wrong to try and pursue his wife, even if she's not in the mood. She's his wife, it's his God-given right to pursue her.
I had a horrible day today. The stress of the day was beating me down that, by the time I got home, I was cold, sweaty, sticky, hungry and felt worn down. I felt like I could burst into tears. I got home and my husband had made the bed and lit candles that he put around the room just because he knows I love a candlelit room. He pursued me, and we had a fabulous time being one with each other.
Honestly, by the time I got home I was so exhausted I almost backed out of the intimacy we had decided to have when I got home. It's baffling to me to hear that, according to some, he shouldn't have even tried to help me get in the mood. That, knowing(as I'm sure he did) that I may not be in the mood, he shouldn't have even wanted it if there was a chance I didn't. That is, frankly, appalling to me. I would be devastated if he acted that towards me, and I would be ashamed of myself if that's how I acted towards him.
His attraction to me makes me feel beautiful. His desire for me makes me feel sexy and wanted and enjoyable. Fun. I can see in cases where there's been infidelity or unfaithfulness that those things may trigger painful memories or emotions, but since we've been speaking of relatively healthy marriages, I don't get the hostility towards sex.
Did I give up my right to consent when I married? No. But, honestly, I never even thought, "We're getting married, so we're gonna have sex! Oh, well, only if I consent first." In my mind, he was a good guy, we loved each other, so the getting married part was the consent. I mean, I vowed to be faithful and to love him and only him until death parted us, and to both of us that meant, "Hey! We can have sex now whenever we want!" I never imagined being married and having to consent to sex or wait for my spouse to consent to sex. Never imagined it.
And he doesn't try to get me in the mood just for himself. In fact, I don't think most of it was for himself. He could care less about candles and romance. But he knew it was important to me. Seeing the beautiful gesture, I made the choice to put what I felt aside, and to act on what I knew: that I loved him, and he loved me, and I wanted to show him that love by being selfless, as he had just been selfless.