I think I just need a bit of a boot up the arse for what is really a first world problem. I just don't really love or fancy my partner. There. I've said it.
We've been together for 13 years, and, since the first time we had sex (drunken on my part), when he was just so happy and grateful and telling me he loved me, I've been waiting for my heart to go pitter pat and it just never did. The sex has never been great, and nowadays, I have to fake orgasm even when he goes down on me, so I tend to feign tiredness a lot just because I can't be arsed and I find it all so frustrating and depressing.
We can usually manage to tick along ok...he isn't remotely abusive, is a hands on dad to our DS, is incredibly supportive to me most of the time (though he's not a saint), and we've always been able to laugh and get along ok most of the time. To the outside world we probably look like the perfect couple, and in many ways I know that I should be very very grateful to have him for a partner. I think I'm just feeling down about things as we've been bickering a lot recently (probably both of our faults), which blew up a bit this morning.
Part of me can't help thinking "is this it" for the rest of my life. Could someone just come and tell me that life isn't all beds of roses and being swept off your feet by prince charming, that there's nothing wrong with staying with Mr Nice, instead of wondering where the hell Mr Right went?