Background: 36, married with a 2 year old daughter. Been with DH for 8 years, married for 5. Both have v high pressured Director level jobs which are manageable, we’re not working 12 hour days or anything daft like that. Life is busy as it is for everyone. I am the first to admit that I’m lucky - we have a beautiful home and have no worries. Fantastic family life - DH is very close with my dad and two brothers and they regularly see each other. I’ve always been grateful for that.
DH is the kind of person that everyone likes - he’s kind, compassionate and reliable. He’s never been the most passionate man in the world and I’d have always preferred him to be a little more so but he’s got a great sense of humour. We’re very compatible: rarely argue, very similar personalities, both quite emotionally low maintenance so there’s rarely any conflict. Feel terrible saying this but we’ve never had a great sex life and always wished it was better. We now probably have sex once every 4 months. I read those posts about women complaining that their DH is always badgering them for sex and wish mine was 🤣
He’s a great husband - dotes on our DD and works very hard to give us a good life (as do i!). I do feel he’s lazy at home and he actually admits this himself. I do 90% of everything around the house, partly because I’m a martyr and mainly because it’s easier. He’s never been a ‘complimenter’ and frankly this never bothered me before but now I just want more passion in life. I am DYING as I write these words but I am not unattractive. Best I ever get is a once in a blue moon “you look nice”. I compliment him far more.
I’ve moaned and moaned here when I started by saying that I was happy. I am. I have a life people would dream of. But the past 6 months has left me feeling like I need more. And I know that ‘more’ is a bit more excitement.
I bumped into an ex about 8 months ago. We work very nearby. Met him for lunch. Chemistry was insane and I told him it wasn’t appropriate to meet again. I haven’t and wouldn’t cheat. My marriage isn’t at breaking point (far from it, I’m just fucking bored) and even if it was, I’d never do that. But I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM. Help.