I'm here under a different name but here goes!
I have been with dp for 9 years now. We have known each other our whole lives but didn't really become friends until we where in out late teens. At the time I was with my ex and was pretty messed up with drink ect. My ex was my first ever boyfriend and we where together for 5 years he was very impulsive and also abusive not that I knew it at the time. We had a child together and it was then that I realised things where bad mainly because I sobered up. Anyway I left him for good when our dc was 2. Dp was there for me when I left and we ended up together he was good with dc and was the polar opposite of my ex. He doesn't drink and prefers a quiet life.
I was his first ever partner (age 25) and a few alarm bells rang early on but I kind of ignored them. Like being really clingy and pressuring me for sex saying if I cared I would do it. Like I said my ex was abusive and used that against me and as I had only ever been with one person before so wasn't ready to do it again this probably wasn't helped by the fact he had only learnt about sex through porn so had a really odd view on how women act.
Anyway to cut things short we have had two more children together. Life should be happy and everyone seems happy but me. Don't get me wrong life is good alot of the time but there are things that make me I can't think of any other word than sad. He still seems to think I should want sex all the time and talks about it constantly. Honestly I am sick of it I couldn't give a toss if I never did it again. If I'm not in the mood one night it's the end of the world and obviously somethings wrong. Not the fact he's asked me if I want to 50 times that day. He seems to think I should be constantly in the mood. For example I'd just come back from seeing a very close family member in hospital who was really ill. I was obviously upset he asked how they where then said "while we have the house to ourselves do you fancy...?" He honestly couldn't see how this was inconsiderate.
He also doesn't help much round the house and I know I'm just sounding like a moany old woman but I don't want to spend my life going to work and cleaning. I know it's just a stupid little thing but it drives me mad. There are other stupid things that get to me like being made to feel bad for going out on my own (on the rare occasion I get to).
So before I go on forever this is just a stupid rant and I know that's the life I've chosen. I can't leave as I don't want to ruin everyone's lives they are all so happy and maybe it's just me who has the problem. I would also have to give up my job as there is no way it would cover childcare especially as I work nights.