Brief back story, DH and I haven't had sex in months, I have an auto immune condition and have been having a flair up which means I'm basically asleep most the time or feeling like shit. He has been very respectful of this to be fair, I know it's hard for him.
I am also on the pill which kills my libido dead, there are no other contraceptive options for us, DH has gone to the Gap to ask about vasectomy but when the GP asked if DH was sure he didn't want anymore kids DH answered honestly and told him that he'd love more and he was wanting a vasectomy for me because my mental health was shaky so the GP said no.
This past week DH has made a couple of comments in regards to sex (asking if we needed to check the use by date on condoms and purchase more if necessary and once when I was half falling asleep he commented that since I was so tired he wouldn't bother to make a move)
Anyway, yesterday I'd dropped off on the sofa like every evening, I can't help it, I genuinely feel so fought at the moment and it's going on for ever.
DH was getting our bed pulled out and made up (we sleep in the living room) and the sofa bed made a loud crash, I woke with a star and DH said "oops sorry" the. Whispered "not really sorry!" I know , I know this sounds pathetic but I've really been stewing on that whispered comment, he has so much bitterness in his voice that I could have cried ... I know it's shit having no sex life, I know the answer is to talk to him about it.
DH has had periods of serious insecurity about us that leave him depressed and a wreck so talking about it is risky in case it opens up all that again.
I don't even know what I want from posting this. I don't feel up to a deep and meaningful or another spell of reassuring him constantly about every word or action that I do but I also don't want my marriage to go down the pan. I'm so tired.