Posting for traffic and because I'm really not sure where else to put this. My dd is coming up 23 months and I can count the number of times dp and I have had sex during that time using only my 2 hands and possibly 1 foot. I'll be frank, this is 100% down to me - I put on 6 stone whilst I was pregnant, I lost 4 without trying but the remaining 2 are sitting on me and will not budge, I'm 2 stone overweight, with a history of eating disorders as a teenager (avoiding going back to how I was all those years ago for dd's sake). This, along with working full time mean I am tired all the time and more importantly, absolutely sickened by my appearance. DP has been incredibly patient, if he tries his luck and I say no, then its left at that along with a 'night, night, I love you'. Sometimes I'll go along with it, but thats really only because I've worked out how many weeks its been since the last time we did it and I feel guilty (again nothing said by him to try and influence me) but the ENTIRE time all I can think about is how grotesque I look and how awful whatever he's looking at must be. I'm having a bit of a melt down today whilst he's at work because I went hunting for an emergency baggy tee shirt to wear in his draws (all mine are in the wash) and I found some 'aids' hidden away (shant elaborate but definitely a newish, secret purchase). Now, we have never been prudish about toys and used to make frequent use of them back in the day and no problem with self gratification etc. The issue is that I feel like I've, I don't know - driven him to this, that this is his only release and how unloved/unwanted he must be feeling because of me. I don't know what I'm asking for here, what do I do? About me, about our sex life, everything really. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me.