There is something you need to know, and I have been reluctant to talk to you about it. This is not intended to be an ultimatum or demand or anything; just an expression of frustratuon.
I am frustrated. Not just in the sexual way. I feel both helpless and angry. I am angry with you, because you won’t talk about or acknowledge our problem. I am angry because you know how frustrated I am, and how important this is to me, and you don’t seem to be doing anything about it. I am frustrated at myself, because I’m so patient, so kind, so considerate, and so, well, wimpy that I won’t risk making you uncomfortable no matter how pissed off or frustrated I feel. I feel helpless because I can’t do anything to change your mind, to make you feel differently, or even to make you comfortable enough to try something that *might* be uncomfortable. I feel helpless because I have asked you if there is anything I can do and you haven’t been able to think of anything. I feel angry at myself, because I am not strong enough to sit here and take it, and I’m also not strong enough to stand up and say “This needs to change.”
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