HELP! MY MAN IS NOT GOOD ON BED, YET HE WANT TO PROPOSE TO ME ON VALENTINE'S DAY.

I started dating this guy when I was in school. I was really young and didn’t give it a second thought because he was really nice and he provided my basic needs and even when I offend him, he will apologize, just to keep us.

But the issue is that sex with him is really boring, he is so quick during sex that he ejaculate within 5min of every intercourse and he would be breathing like a dog that just ran a marathon that is about dying.

He doesn’t even know how to cuddle, I have tried to talk to him about it and tried talking to him about how I will love to be touched by my man but all has been on deaf eyes, over the past three years it has been hell with this guy during sex.

I really love him and don’t want to cheat on him, but would I remain like a nun all my life because I overheard him talking about proposing to me on valentine day.
What should I do?

THE QUESTION; SHOULD PREMARITAL SEX BE ENCOURAGE IN OUR SOCIETY?

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