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In that context, it’s not so surprising that women often encounter the greatest resistance to nonmonogamy from their male partners. Lee, 38, lives in upstate New York. Her daughter has severe disabilities that were first discovered when she began having seizures as a baby and once had to be resuscitated. In the ensuing months, Lee (she asked not to use her real name) discovered that she craved sex more than she had before, as an escape, a way to feel something other than fear and grief. Her husband was equally distraught, but in response he became completely uninterested in sex. They would sometimes go six months without any. She told him she needed more, but nothing changed. “You get turned down a couple of times, and things get awkward, and then things get more awkward,” she recalls.

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