I don't really know what my aim is as I know I'm unlikely to change anything but I suppose I just need to say all my thoughts out loud as I don't think I can say them to anyone in RL.
Been with dh for 15 years and married 8. Have 2 amazing kids 7 & 20m.
I think we got off to a bad start tbh. We met at uni, I'd never had a relationship before and had very low self esteem (still do) and I became smitten. I hung around for 6 months waiting, spending time with him, flirting etc and eventually he reciprocated.
Within the first 2 years he'd almost cheated once, and looking back maybe I'd flirted too much with another man (who he then warned off to the point that me and said man stopped speaking completely)
We then had our dd and when she was 18m old he slept in bed with an older woman. From what I saw of the messages it was hugging, maybe groping (it wasnt explicitly mentioned and he's never come clean only saying nothing happened) but it was definitely over a line trust wise.
My crippling fear of everything ending meant I let him off. I'm not sure the apology was even that much, there was no grovelling.
I told him to remove all contact as far as he could (she was a colleague) but a few months later I found he'd emailed her privately wanting to stay in touch/meet as she'd left the company.
Again, I stupidly went into my shell and moved past it.
We rolled on as you do. I focused on being a mum, tried to move on.
Our sex life struggled. I'm not sure we ever had good sex to start with (God I've always wanted that frantic passionate sex, but nope, never had it and now we just don't have sex at all, which is probably on me) and after everything that had gone before, we went through constant roller coasters. I found it was more for conception than fun.
Then we had our son and a pandemic arrived. Being couped up together has been hard. He's a nice enough guy, rather lazy (but I think I am quite critical and def expect him to step up to help and he's better than he used to be) I feel i'm no fun anymore. But maybe that's because it's like I'm the only adult sometimes.
I'm slowly finding myself again after my son, losing weight, making changes to my job etc and I'm just not sure what we are any more. We get along generally, although nit pick and argue a lot more now. I put it down to lockdown and just needing space, but part of me just thinks this is how it is now. Are we better as friends.
I don't particularly find him attractive any more. He's a bit overweight, doesn't bother with himself, but don't feel I can say anything as I didn't and am only now sorting myself out.
I feel bad as he's an OK bloke. He's never hit me, abused me in any way and the cheating stuff happened 6 years ago so I should be over it. I'm not sure I am though.
Is this just what relationships are? I'm right that they aren't like the movies are they. Where you still get those butterflies after 15 years. That at some point you are more companions than anything else.
Like I said, I'm too scared to be alone, I've never been with anyone else, I wouldn't want to ruin the stability for our kids, the relationship they have with their dad.
But I just feel like this maybe isn't what life is supposed to be like.
Am I just craving the past where you felt those flutters of new love? Fantasising about being with someone I find attractive etc