I'm 33. I've been with DP for 10 years, got together after I left a mental/physical abusive 2 year relationship. In this time he has supported me and let me be 'me'. We never really had a lot of intimacy, and at first for a while I didn't think anything of that - tbh I was still hurting from my last relationship (where sex was actually good despite the relationship being hurtful etc), and looking back, it took me a long time to get over that. I'd even say it overshadowed my relationship with DP. We didn't do any of the normal stuff, like dating etc, we just seemed to see each other, and then I moved in with him. It felt right at the time.
Early on in our relationship I told him that I felt we didn't have much physical intimacy, but he didn't think it was a problem. We didn't spend much time together, in fact I can't remember us doing anything that was 'fun'. I am a musician and a male friend I met through a friend at work asked me if I'd like to play some stuff with him and basically perhaps do some gigs with him. I really enjoyed myself. DP was fine with this - music isn't his thing, but he was more than happy for me to be doing this. Being with this male friend highlighted to me that DP and I were not having fun or not spending quality time together.
I ran a mile from this male friend - meanwhile while telling my DP I thought we had to invest in our relationship more for togetherness and intimacy, sex etc. We agreed to do this, and I fell pregnant, but things didn't really change. We have a beautiful DS who is 2.5 now, but I can't shake the feelings of loneliness inside my relationship. I fear we don't have any chemistry - because we never actually had any in the first place. I feel stupid for staying this long, but looking back I have felt security and love, and equality - but I have always been given plenty of space to do my own thing. I keep harping on about me wanting us to do things together - and he thinks we do, but we just don't. The last time we were out together was nearly a year ago for his birthday, and it was as quick as we could eat and get back home.
These feelings have been surfacing in me for years, and now I just feel scared to admit I made a mistake by not heeding my own warning signs.
He is such a wonderful man, would do anything for me - but he just doesn't seem to want to spend any time with me, or me with him :( We are just like flatmates and I honestly cannot see myself spending the rest of my life with him. Am I asking too much?