This feels really hard to write, as if writing it makes it real.
I am married with 2 children (7 & 1) and life is just OK. I've been with my husband since I was 20 (14 years). First boyfriend, first everything I guess.
We've had our ups and downs through the years, I've suffered with depression and anxiety on and off for a long time and my husband has suffered too. I don't think we've made it easy for each other.
My husband has almost cheated on me twice. First time was after 18 months when I found out he'd been close to starting something with a friend of his, second time was around 9 years in where he shared a bed with a female colleague (I'm fairly confident there was only cuddling if anything) but there were some message exchanges about imagining if they weren't married etc.
Now I should probably say that although I know I'm not responsible for his actions, I don't think our relationship was in a good place. I trust him now but I still carry what happened with me.
Flip to now. We no longer have a sexual relationship and haven't in about 2 years. And to be honest, I'm not bothered about one with him.
That sounds awful, but he doesn't turn me on anymore and I'm not sure he has for a long long time.
Sex has never been particularly good or interesting. At the start of our relationship it wasn't even anything. I think I was doing it more because I hadn't before and felt behind after feeling alone and rejected so many times. I'm not sure I really even enjoyed it then, but more the idea that I was having it. Does that make sense?
Its been the same since. The idea of it is way better than sex itself. I don't get the hype about it, but I wish I did as in my head, on my own, I get it.
I think through the years we have built something on a friendship and life is fine, but thats it. I live for my kids and I wouldn't change a thing because I may not have had them and I'm not thinking of leaving my husband. I'm not sure I'd be any happier without him, I genuinely think I'd end up alone and bitter.
I'm not attractive, I'm overweight, lack self confidence and not sure I particularly like myself so no one else is going to. Especially as I have young kids so no chance I'd meet anyone either.
I'm not going mess up my kids childhood and destroy my husband (I think he is happy and finds me attractive) just because I think we are more friends than anything else. What if this is it, the best I could get. I think I get caught up in the idea of a fantasy life, the dream, not what is a reality.
I suppose I just wanted to know if other people felt the same, have been through similar, and to just get it out of my head.