God this is depressing.
H has a shit attitude towards sex. One of those people who thinks whinging is appealing and I'm being unreasonable not to 'service his needs'. Also crossed a MASSIVE line some time ago - penetrated me while I was asleep, which I made clear was a a big deal - and killed my interest in him for a good long time.
Started a conversation with me the other night saying "how would you react if I said I wanted to have my needs met elsewhere?"
Was a fairly interesting conversation actually. I felt I was expressing myself quite clearly and he reacted well to "why is your percieved right to sex more important to my right to a faithful husband?" I said we needed to have counselling if he was thinking along these lines seriously, and that counselling was probably a good idea anyway.
He said he'd think about it.
We were away over the long weekend with the DCs, staying with the ILs. Had okay sex on Sun morning while DCs were playing in the garden. Looking back I regret it slightly as the night before H had been all sulky - "don't touch me if you're not going to shag me" - said that he was doing me a favour by saying that (that all intimate touching has to = sex?) - he says the same about his occasional porn watching actually. I put that down to the alcohol and H had been brilliant and sexy that day and I felt like it. So we shagged. Started my period seconds later.
Were a bit pissed again last night and having a snog and a grope after a really nice evening actually. In the same room as the DCs though so no more than that I thought. H shoved my head towards his cock repeatedly. I indicated I wasn't really up for it. He said "two out of your three orifices are out of order, it's all you can offer so get on with it".
I said (hissed really), that he was disgusting and to go fuck himself and slept on the blow-up bed with DC2.
Not sure I want to go to relate TBH. What a horrible entitled arsewipe.