I'm 46 years old, been married for 20 years, and we have 3 children (youngest 16).
When my DH and I first got together I was always pretending to enjoy sex. I've never liked sex. I have a sex drive of sorts but no inclination to have sex. I had partners before him and never enjoyed it then either. Anyway, over the years it got more and more difficult to pretend (I was in floods of tears during sex once but he didn't notice) and so I came clean to my DH about 10 years ago and said I didn't want to have sex any more and that if he didn't think he could live with that I would totally understand and he could find a woman who could give him sex.
He said he didn't want to split up and would manage.
He is a very tactile person who loves cuddles and I am not. Due to sexual abuse in my childhood I find it very hard to be physically close to others. I often flinch when he touches me unexpectedly.
I love my DH with all my heart. I have no interest in other men.
However, the situation has obviously messed with his head because he has of recent years become obsessed with the idea that I'm having an affair or have been attacked by another man. He accused me the other day of chatting online with a mutual male friend. He constantly needs reassurance that everything is okay with us, that I'm not lying to him, that I'm not cheating or hiding something. He wants to know everywhere I go, who I see. I'm not supposed to get deliveries to the house unless he's there. He doesn't like me having male friends.
It's smothering me. I know if we split up it will destroy him but I can't give him sex any more and I can't live with knowing I've caused this wonderful man to become a nervous, jealous, suspicious person.
We are such opposites and the only thing holding us together is love. Is that enough?