DH and I have been married for 18 years, I’m 38 now and he’s 47. We have never ever ever had a good sex life, we met when I was 19 and (I’m not proud of this) on the rebound. DH pursued me fairly hard - telling me he loved me after only a week or so and proposing after five weeks. I think, it can barely remember, that we had sex in the first few months and then it just sort of tailed off. I’ve not been very interested and I assume he isn’t either. We quickly went years without sex. When we want dc we had sex until we conceived and then that was it. The youngest dc is 5 now and the last time we had sex was when they were conceived. Neither of us really mention it. We don’t kiss (I find the idea of kissing really really too intimate) but we do hug sometimes. I’m not attracted to DH but I do love him, just maybe not how I should. I love my children. I can’t decide if it’s my family I love, not exactly DH. We get along fine, we don’t do much together or spend any time together and it’s always been thus. But we don’t argue. He’s not my go to person in a crisis, but it’s an ok environment for the children, they aren’t seeing us argue or anything.
I just feel a bit meh. I can’t say we could recapture the spark because I’m not sure there was one. We didn’t even have sex on honeymoon. In fact I think after we married it was then about three years until we had sex again. The sex has never been very good, but maybe that’s because I’m not into it. I am not asexual. I would like a sex life and to write it off forever makes me feel very sad. I know after the length of time we’ve been together you would expect things to be a bit dull but we’ve never had that together at all. I feel like I’ve wasted a lot of my time and I suppose it’s the same for DH, although he says he’s happy. Tells me he loves me all the time.
On one hand I feel as though it’s sex. It’s not the be all and end all. I’ve two young dc. To break up their family because I’d like to have sex is incredibly selfish.
But I also feel sad and lonely and miserable a lot of the time. I feel like I’ve closed that part of me off and every so often I feel it pushing at me, to want the intimacy. There’s no intimacy. I cut DH’s hair over lockdown and that felt weirdly intimate. We aren’t used to touching. The boyfriend I had before DH, who I was with for four years, was very different. I wanted sex with him and it was very good, but then I was young so maybe it was different then anyway to being middle aged. But it’s ALWAYS been like this with dh, even when I was young.
I realise this is all me me me and obviously this affects dh too but I feel increasingly sad about it.
I spoke to my friend about it and she said I just needed to have hobbies and friends and fill my life that way. I’m not sure it’s enough. But then I know the grass isn’t greener. The chances of meeting someone else reasonable are probably close to zero and I’m making the dc unhappy into the bargain then.