That's true.
The only time I ever remember feeling hurt over his porn watching was when I started getting big when I was pregnant and the baby had begun to kick, which creeped TheBF out, and we were having less sex than ever. I think it was a weekend when we were both at home. I caught him in his office watching porn and masturbating, and instead of just asking if I could watch, too, I felt hurt and I pouted a little bit and I said, "You know that I'm just downstairs. You could come downstairs and have sex with me... if you wanted..." because I was being pitiful. He hugged me and was sympathetic and then he fucked me, and those three things made it all better.
You guys are so cute! :biggrin1: