Not even sure where to go from here.
Im 37, my Fiance is 39. We have been together for eleven years.
I am fulky aware we have left it late but careers and travel and other life stuff have conspired against us. We have been ttc for nearly eighteen months now. So far Zilch!, nada, nothing!
We have both been tested and appear fine (for our ages) apart from what was described as a
"slightly lower than normal count, but nothing to worry about at this stage"
In relation to my Fiance.
I am stressed to my wits end with the whole fucking thing. Sick of cycles, and temps and sick of the fucking fertility app that I stare at every fucking day! (I know!)
So this morning was smack in the middle of "fun time". We didn't dtd yesterday or the day before because we had family over for the weekend. So today was THE day. My Fiance works nights and I was on an early shift. We cross over for an hour in the morning but wont see eachother this evening as he will have left for work before I get home.
Anyway. We had planned to dtd this morning after he got home, but before I left for my bus. He called to say he was running late. This is where things got seriously fucking warped and I think I lost the plot.
I text him to say that we still had to dtd and that he had to get here as otherwise this month looked likely wasted. I went from being ready, I.E still in bed, to getting "half ready", showered, make-up on, hair sorted and clothes ready. Figured we could just work out some position which wouldnt disturb anything and I could get cleaned up and still make my bus. Sorry for the TMI.
Anyway he was still not home by half past. I was really anxious by then and when he did get in it was going on for twentyfive to. I basically lost it, we had ten mins by then to get sorted or I would miss my bus. So what did I do?
I demanded/ordered we do dtd right there and then. No nothing. Just get it done.
Needless to say it didnt happen. In the time we had he just couldnt "perform", in fact he didn't even get close to being able to, iyswim.
I lost my shit at that point and juat about called him every name I could think of ,and then some. Told him how I was sick of this fucking whole thing. Told him how I was the only one making any effort and when I needed him to contribute he couldnt even get that right. I was a fucking deamon from hell and just walked out and left him there.
We havent spoken since, I have text him but he hasn't replied. What the fuck do I do now?
Im so angry with myself. And fucking furious about the fucking humiliation of being stood there in our bedroom, half dressed, everything "on show", in front of him, and he couldnt even get close to doing what he needed to do. I feel like a fat fucking whale. My Fiance cant even get it up when im literally begging him! I cant get pregnant despite doing EVERY. FUCKING. THING my GP and Mumsnet say I should.
I cant even see how we can get back from this. Just the picture in my mind of the whole scene. What the fuck did we look like!
How fucking himiliating!
Sorry Im just ranting. I have NC for this. THIS IS SHIT!