My DH is a sex pest.
There's no intimacy in our relationship - I would love there to be. By that, I mean loving intimacy like cuddles and affection.
He gropes me and wants to talk about sex in front of the kids. (9, 7 & 1).
This morning a text msg from him at the gym. (Yep he's at the gym (pissing about in Costa first) while I'm sat at home running round after the kids.)
DH: What shall we do today?
Me: The weather looks alright, we could have a drive out somewhere?
DH: Sounds pretty boring. Put your knee length boots on to add some excitement
Then a conversation follows about how I'm a damp flannel and how it is so demoralising being with me.
I actually think it is so demoralising being with him. Every interaction is a sexual innuendo - any clothing I do or do not wear is commented on. If I'm changing & he walks in I'm waiting for my arse to be grabbed. If I put a pair of heels on there's an OTT remark.
If I don't respond (sometimes I do) I'm a damp flannel.
We've talked it over & over.
We love each other very much but this is our stumbling block.
We are such the cliche.
Apologies I just needed a rant.