Stress + 2 small children + various other things and our sex life dwindled to nothing about 5 years ago.
We are both severely lacking in confidence sexually, and not particularly compatible.
So, we pottered along just not having sex at all. After a while I stopped wanting it altogether. Outside of sex we have a pretty strong marriage, we like and love each other, we adore our children, we want much the same from life and make a good team.
Then we agreed to try for a 3rd baby. Bit awkward, trying to have sex with someone you have been living with platonically for years. There always seemed to be a reason why we couldn't do the deed. Excuses excuses. Then we had a long chat, agreed that we needed to work on things and that if we were going to have this baby we needed to go for it.
We tried. Dh completely failed to get aroused. It made me realise that we had a problem rather than just having let things slide.
We had massive conversations about everything, we both had separate counsilling sessions, we were honest about everything, sometimes painfully so. There was tears, shouting, talking, long letters explaining.
We came to a point where we both agreed that we didn't want our marriage to end over this, and we would try, take things slowly, 'rediscover' each other with no pressure to go all the way.
But it just hasn't happened.
We are so awkward and embarrassed.
Every tiny step has been me. If I never whispered a word on the subject again dh would never ever ever ever bring it up.
We STILL haven't actually had sex. It has been months since we first spoke about it. We did have one rather awkward session, all insigated by me, which I don't think dh enjoyed much.
One thing he said months ago was that he feels unsexy because he has put on weight, and that he wanted to get fitter. He has taken up swimming every morning, and I am very encouraging and supportive. I also told him he is attractive to me.
But I am now screaming inside my head "FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU HAVE BEEN GOING FOR A LITTLE SWIM EVERY MORNING FOR 6 WEEKS NOW AND WE STILL HAVEN'T FUCKING HAD SEX".
I have asked him to go for a medical check-up. He sort of agrees but then doesn't.
I end up feeling so resentful. This is partly fueled by my very powerful aching for another baby, but I am very aware of this and try to keep it in check.
I feel like I have the only man in the world who never wants sex. I am not unattractive. I am loving, I am a nice person. I am not overweight. I don't have BO or 3 noses. Why is this such a big deal.
He is like a Harry Enfield character. All "oh gosh, oh dear, goodness, jolly jolly embarrassing, shall I make you a cup of tea dear?"
Last night I snuggled in to him, we chatted a bit about our lovely weekend, I kissed him a bit and stroked him, and asked him if he wanted to, y'know...
He reached into his pants and said "oh, well I'm not aroused I'm afraid"
FFS throw me a bone here. Could he not have said "oh there's an idea!" and started kissing me back?? Apparently not.
I ask you, HOW am I supposed to get anything remotely resembling a sex life out of this?
I could easily fancy him and enjoy having sex with him, but I find his manner, the things he says and his attitude to me and sex completely sexless and about as erotic as a dishcloth. He doesn't mean to be like this. He says he wants to revive our sex life. He just has no idea. It is like trying to get amorous with an embarrassed dead fish.
I think his first choice would be for no one to ever mention sex again, but he loves me and will work on things so I don't leave him.
I said lightly "oh well, another night then, kissed him and rolled over".
I could have said "well I'm sure we can do something about that" and upped it a notch, but (a) even a blow job isn't necessarily going to work, and (b) I need some encouragement. This is really hard for me too. It probably seems like a small thing, but my overtures last night took a lot of courage. And I got knocked back again.
It's like pulling teeth.
If I never say a word about sex again we will live for the rest of our lives never having sex again.