I've namechanged for this: I should be SWI'ing on these days, but DH and I had a major upset last night, on the day of ovulation, which has totally thrown me. It's a long story, but I feel as if I've been carrying the burden of TTC for well over a year now, gone through two MCs, lost all my dignity with strangers looking at my privates etc. One of the burdens is being the 'roll-caller' for when to SWI. Can't remember when DH last initiated sex.
I've been so concerned that he doesn't feel under pressure with having to perform that I've been going overboard, putting any of my 'needs' to one side and prioritising his - trying to make SWI'ing as fun for him as possible. Without going into gory details, yesterday he led led me to believe that last night would be 'my night' (god I feel an ass writing this), and then just as I rolled towards him feeling all sexy and optimistic that maybe this month would be THE BFP month because for once I was so relaxed about it all, he casually let me know it would be basic SWI after all with no special attention.
It hurt. A LOT. And I felt like an ass about it for allowing it to affect me so much. I feel humiliated.
For the first time ever I couldn't hide my disappointment: perfunctory SWI began but when he realised I wasn't getting into it he actually withdrew - I mean literally. Game over. On ovulation night. I spend every day of every month focussing towards ovulation and now I have to get through a whole other month with nt even a hope. It's killing me. I cried the whole night. I don't think I have ever been so at a loss what to do - felt desperate desperate. Could not even stay in the house I was going so crazy.
He is stunned I am so hurt and doesn't seem to get it. I know he feels dreadful; I know he loves me; I know he's a good man. But he's a terrible communicator and locked inside his won pathology: I can't be honest without him being mortally and deeply wounded so I have no choice but to hide my feelings because he cannot handle them and that breaks us - it nearly broke us years ago.
Last night, in my hurt and while I was crying my heart out, I was too honest and I don't know if we can get past it. Even now I can't reign in my hurt. I don't know if I have the strength to be the 'cheerleader' anymore - to chart and plan and initiate sex and try hide my desperation. But I know if I don't do that then I'll never have a baby, because he won't take on the horrible task. He is very supportive in that he does whatever I ask - but he never shows interest, never prompts conversation about it, never takes the initiative, never offers a firm view on what we should do next, or try etc. It makes me feel so alone. If it was hard before - and it was really grinding me down - it now feels impossible.
I don't know if I can handle dealing with such sensitive issues like us at our most sexually intimate along with the pressure of TTC.
I'm nearly 40 - I can't afford to have these sort of things happen. And I can't stop crying.