Sorry if this is long - i did not want to drip feed.
I'm 40, husband 36, married 2.5 years and together almost 10.
I met my (now) husband 2 years after getting out of a c. 7 year on/off complicated emotionally abusive and occasionally physically aggressive relationship. The guy was a total arsehole but the daily + sex was (as often is with wankers) amazing.
There was not world-stopping passion like with Mr Arsehole but I fancied him for sure and we enjoyed sex, he was not hugely confident and not as experienced as Mr Arsehole but I thought that was a small price to pay for everything else being so great.
My husband is a great guy, decent, caring, we share a wicked sense of humour and always make each other laugh, love hanging out together and we have a shared vision for the future (no kids, both happy with this, similar outlook on a possible downsize to another distant part of the country in a few years).
After just 6 months we were only having sex every 2-3 weeks. He found it hard to talk about, I tried initiating, games etc, to no avail.
He had told me at the outset he did not use porn as did not agree with it, but after about 6-7 months I used his phone to check something totally innocent like the weather his last visited (porn) site popped up.
We rowed, I used to have quite bad jealousy partly as a result of Mr Arsehole cheating on me countless times, we argued A LOT about this porn /sex issue and after about 1.5 years had relationship and individual counselling. He I am almost sure had/has a porn addiction as he was one of the first generations to grow up with it.
My husband was patient with the jealousy and i with his lack of wanting sex, and together we got through this and I am totally free of the jealousy now, it was lifechanging.
But the sex never really improved.
Years ago we did have one final almighty row (he was drunk) and told me he had only ever loved his ex who he was with for just a year. (huge apologies the next day).
I saw his wank bank hard drive years ago of almost anorexia-thin looking girls, just like his ex. So he has a type.
I'm just a size 8-10, not fat at all but certainly not that thin. He has stated when asked that he 'just doesn't want to have sex with me as much as he would like'.
I thought I'd learnt to live with this and we have been pootling along quite happy, sex every 4-6 months, but there's no passion from either side now. I know i am not desired and that in turn has killed any desire for him., but as we are now contemplating a move away together i'm asking myself can i do this for another 40 years? Is a life with no sex a healthy life? Will one of us end up going elsewhere?
The thought of splitting up in almost unbearable, i love him so much and he I, and we are otherwise so happy, we are great friends and never annoy each other, but i know there is a more fulfilling and whole life to be had, if i'd never met Mr Arsehole i'd probably just settle for this.
I don't know what to do. I miss sex and intimacy and am so sad not to have it in my life.