I do like sex, a lot. When we first met, sex was wonderful, really the best I'd ever had, and was until I became pregnant with second DC.
Then DH had trouble 'coming' at times, which I took as a personal rejection. I also had moods about the time he'd come to bed, and other things. I should mention that I was off meds for bipolar at the time.
DC2 died just before birth, and I became high shortly after. I wanted sex more, and DH was just turned off. It seemed insurmountable, but, with great shock, we did come through it.
I found some things about DH's past sex life (with his ex wife), and became obsessed with it. When he didn't want sex, or did but couldn't come, I found myself dwelling more, and feeling more rejected.
So I stopped sleeping in the bed. I can't articulate why, as I don't know. I have loads of excuses; he snores, he has to get up early and will disturb me, that I'm 'on' and may stain the bed, etc.
The truth is far more complicated I think. The bed was somewhere where I felt DC2 a lot. She 'existed' there.
Then there is the sex. I now know that I avoid going to bed for fear of sex - or maybe - fear that we won't have sex. I'm scared that our sex life won't improve, will still be infrequent, and he will struggle to 'come'. It is so much easier to avoid the feelings of rejection, and sleep on the floor (yep, on the floor, on a manky old duvet).
We get on so well now, and I know sex will increase my emotions, and I may not be able to control them.
We do cuddle, so that's good, but it's not sustainable is it?