thankyou hermione - your words ring so true. My life has become smaller in many ways in the last 6-8 years, mainly I think because my love and perhaps obsession with him and 'us' has superseded everything else.
Sex between us has always been sporadic, but that was okay with me as long as we connected from time to time (which was incredibly important to me), then it stopped altogether about 6 years ago and I could tell it was not going to come back.
We had rows and moments of what seemed like communication, but no change. I became quietly resentful - a bit donkey like, while he put a lot of energy into keeping 'us' going, but couldn't/didn't want to solve the core issue. Eventually exasperated and feeling like I would never have sex again he agreed to let me seek some casual lovers, which I did. It was initially hard for my partner as he said he feared I would fall in love with someone and leave him, he was not really bothered about the sex aspect. I enjoyed my adventures to an extent, but realised eventually that the hole in me was his shape, not sex shaped. He describes his sexuality as been quite split from his 'love' and I can see this about him, knowing his rather undemonstrative family. After this we kind of went back to normal - which I have to say at times was good, he can be a very joyful person to be around, so funny, we have always laughed a lot, tells me he loves me a lot. But a week before xmas I found out he had been having an affair for over a year, which had started about the time I ceased my wanderings.
I do think the affair was on the wain when I discovered it and I know he has never been unfaithful before, in fact counting this woman and me I believe he has only had 2 -3 other sexual relationships in his life. This knowledge completely devastated me, even though to some extent I understand why it happened and even, believe it or not, a deep reasonable part of me is glad that he has had another sexual experience other than me - for him, as my dear friend.
Since then we have been in hell. I fluctuate between intense anger, coldness, need and then moments of deep and honest communication. He finally admitted what I had always feared that his attraction to me has waned over the years and my weight increase and general fitness bother him (he's super fit). I said I would go on a fitness drive and he seemed positively excited about this. But the next morning I just felt down again, and certain we had nowhere else to go.
I have asked him if he feels that he loves me a lot but is perhaps not 'in love' with me (I know I am still in love with him) and he said he felt he was still in love with me, but pondered if that can still be the correct definition without a desire for sex with that person.
He wants to stay and continue, and of course a part of me wants this to, but in the cold light of day I'm not sure I can grow as an individual when I just simply love this person so much, but who doesn't desire me and keeps me at a certain distance. Lost lost lost.