A lot of this post is just getting it off my chest I suppose as I feel it is eating away at me horribly so hopefully this will help.
I am a longstanding lurker and poster NC because I am totally ashamed.
DH and I are in a sexless marriage. After trying to get him to have sex without feeling like he was doing me a great big favour for 3 years, it has finally reached the point where I don't want him in that way either and we are left with DC and a warm friendship and mutual respect.
I have suffered from mild MH problems for a number of years which must have been v difficult for him to put up with. It has left me unable to work and I am on AD. Sometimes I feel since taking them I have been in a kind of dream...I am 34.
We are on what could be described as a "break" at the moment while I get my head together about what I want to do and what is for the best. DH still wants me and thinks we should stay strong and together for the DC.
The way I chose to deal with this crisis point is by having an affair/ fling with a younger man I met at a sports activity I do. For 7 weeks I became totally besotted with him, although we only saw each other once a week and he was always quite cold and distant, I felt a real emotional connection with him and over the weeks I became very attached. He was quite a selfish lover, but I absolutely loved the sex with him, it was so different and wild. He was so attractive to me and I really fell for him. Like a total fucking fool.
He ended it last week as he feels like it's all getting too much and "it has to come to an end sometime". I feel, like me, that he was developing feelings and it just wasn't part of the plan for us. I found myself sobbing on the phone like a teenager whilst he said there was nothing left to say. The final and worst humiliation was when I asked him could we please end it on a positive note and could he not thing of anything to say to make me feel better -via text- and he patronisingly listen off a reel of good things about me and how we had had great sex and a laugh.
A fucking laugh. Right. I think I was iin love with him. 
I could just crawl up for a month under a blanket. I feel like that bob dylan song " a corkscrew to my heart". If this is what guys are like out there I can't be single again I will be eaten alive. I feel so blank.
What is so strange to me is that my friends tell me I am beautiful. I look in the mirror and I see I am tall, blonde v slim with even features but I don't feel worthy until a man gives me validation and lusts after me. I feel hideous and unlovable. Good to fuck but no more. Apart from DH who just sees the friend and companion.
I don't know what i am going to do.
Thanks for reading.