My husband and I have been married for 12 years, and we have a wonderful 8-year-old son and a close, affectionate family. We love each other very much, and know each other very well. When people say "I married my best friend," well, that's us. And unfortunately, it's turned out to be an 'ishoo,' as they say. Or has it? I'm not sure.
Even when we first got together, the sexual spark between us was not all that strong. The sex was good, don't get me wrong - he's caring, and he takes his time - but I somehow never really lit up at the thought of jumping into bed with him. (TBH, there haven't been all that many relationships in my life where I have felt like that, but it's hard to know what's normal, I think, when everything in our society seems to be all about sex, sex, sex.) And our relationship was so great in other ways that it didn't seem to matter - I literally couldn't imagine life without him in it, and he felt the same. I married my best friend, and it was great. He's supportive, caring, he makes me laugh, he listens when I'm sad, occasionally puts the toilet seat down
- he's a really good bloke, and I love him very much.
Despite that, in the 13 years we've been together, we've each cheated once. Both affairs were very painful when they came out into the open, full of tears, and in both cases we told each other the truth and decided that we couldn't bear to lose all the wonderful things we had together, and would work on it.
The problem is that I'm not sure the difficulty is something we really can work on. We've had lots of long, painful, honest conversations about it, and from his point of view, he's simply interested in things sexually that I'm not, and can't really imagine myself ever being turned on by (mainly S&M roleplaying and dirty talk). I could imagine approaching the edge of some of those things, but if he's really into it, I don't think that will be enough for him. For my part, I know that I'm bisexual - I fell very much (and very unexpectedly) in love with a woman some years ago, and I've always worried that it might happen again, and what it might do to my marriage. So, we each want (or potentially want) things that we aren't equipped to give the other, no matter how much we love each other.
This has led to some extra added bonus pain along the way, such as when I recently discovered him engaging in sex chats on his computer. It was awful. I felt the same terrible sinking sensation I'd had when I discovered his affair, and there were tears on both sides, recriminations (on my part), 'how could you do this to me,' promises to stop (on his part) and wondering if I should kick him out and change all three of our lives forever.
And then, a week or so ago, I had a revolutionary thought. What if I just decided on my own that this sort of thing didn't matter, and told him it was okay to explore that side of his sexuality online if he wanted to? Part of the issue for him, I think, is shame at being interested in the things he is, and that ends up translating into him putting me on a pedestal, "above" all that "dirty" stuff - which is surely the death of all desire, no? And having me get angry about it only exacerbates the whole thing.
I spoke to him about it, and it felt really calm and really good - I just said, "You know, you can look at that stuff if you want to, there's nothing wrong with it." Who knows, maybe we can check it out together one day. Maybe we'll even end up finding our way back to a sexual relationship because of it - stranger things have happened at sea.
That's what I thought at the time, and as I type it, it still feels right for us, and for the relationship we have together, which is honestly strong and good in every other way but this one. But doubts do creep in - so many people say that sex is the glue that binds a marriage, and what if I'm doing the wrong thing??
Sorry for going on so terribly long, it's just this has been on my mind all week and I needed to write it down in a lovely anonymous fashion
Thanks in advance for your thoughts, lovely MNers. Love you!