I never thought I'd be writing this but here goes. I haven't spoken to anyone about this in real life as I just feel like a failure.
I'm 28 and have been with my boyfriend for 2 1/2 years, living together for just over 1 in a rented flat. He is also 28.
When we got together I had dated a steady stream of horrible men and he was the first person who I had felt safe, comfortable and steady with so he was a welcome change from what I had been used to.
He has been nothing but supportive with a difficult time I have had with my family (parents bonkers behaviour) and patient with me at time when I have felt depressed. So as not to drip feed, I am on a low dose of antidepressants at the moment, and have been on and off them for years. We get on well with each others families and friends, have similar interests and last year made the step into living together with a view to potentially getting engaged in the future.
My issue is the fact that sex just doesn't seem to happen between us, not at the frequency or the effort that I would like. 9 times out of 10 I am the one to initiate and on the 1 occasion he does I feel he's doing it to placate me which isn't a nice feeling. In an ideal world I would be having it every day but would settle for once a week. It's more like once every 2 weeks or could be as little as once a month.
We work in the City, though not particularly long hours, exercise 3-5 times a week, have money in the bank, can go on great holidays and have no big life stresses like crippling debt or bereavement etc going on. On the outside it looks like we're having the time of our lives. At 28 I feel like I'm in my prime and too young to be settling for a monthly sex session. I want to feel like my partner can't get enough of me, as I would him. Sex is so important to me, I would like to see it as something we enjoy together and find new things to try, but I feel like I'm banging my head against a wall. I keep myself in shape, dress well, eat well, take care of myself etc and I know objectively I must be attractive to the opposite sex.
I have tried to address this with him multiple times, which usually ends in me crying uncontrollably as this is really doing a number on my self esteem. I feel like it gets me down every day that something so important to me is neglected, and I realised the other day that I just don't know that side of him. I couldn't tell you any fantasies he has or what he even likes/dislikes? When we first got together I still wouldn't say we had that burning passion of wanting to rip each others clothes off the second we got in (though sex did happen probably once or twice a week) but I liked the stability and lack of playing games that it didn't seem to matter to me at the time. When it does happen he'll say "that was good" afterwards but doesn't allude to anything else that he liked or wants to do again. We don't really send dirty texts to each other and when I've tried to do this in the past it's fallen flat on its face.
When we have tried to speak about it, he blames the following - stress at work/overthinking work things and not able to relax in bed/feeling depressed (which he won't seek help for)/digestive issues (which he has seen a doctor about years ago, but doesn't seem to be interested in long term treatment for).
I have tried to speak to him in a gentle and non judgemental way, I suspect he just isn't that interested in sex at all.
I am at my wits end, as I love him dearly, and he is brilliant in so many ways, but if we don't have the sex and fun and enjoyment now, pre kids, pre hard life events, then I don't see what chance we have, even though it pains me to admit that.
Please be gentle with me as I'm at my wits end, we're at that age where our peers are getting engaged on a weekly basis and I suppose I'm feeling the pressure that the clock is ticking, though I don't see an engagement happening this year or next.
If you got this far then thank you for reading.