We planned to have it once a week but sometimes id feel anxious towards the end of the week if i wasnt feeling that i wanted to do it. And it is made worse when he starts to get grumpy.
Oh god, this gave me flashbacks to a terrible relationship I was in in my 20s. I actually have a high libido but his shitty attitude, excessive drinking, laziness, selfishness gave me zero enthusiasm for sex with him. His cross dressing was the final nail in the coffin. He was 6ft tall, about 20 stone, had a lot of body hair but was balding. When he'd come out of the bathroom into the bedroom wearing stockings and suspenders and lacy knickers, dramatically pose in the doorway and archly ask "do you like me like this?" I tell you what I must have loved that fucker because instead of saying "no you look ridiculous" or just laughing I always said "Ohhh, get over here you sexy thing". Or maybe I'm just very kind!
I would "service" him with a hand job / blowjob every day so it's not like we didn't have any intimacy, but if I wasn't up for it, the sulks would start.
Prior to that idiot I was with someone who was very abusive and raped me by force many times, so I think when I got with Mr Stockings I kept excusing his behaviour as "well at least he's not slapping me and raping me." That's how low my bar was set.
Anyway. In your shoes op I think I'd be opting to split as well. I suspect the reason he was annoyed at you saying that is because he has someone in mind already for an open relationship...
Once you're with a decent, caring man I think you will find your sex drive increases. When I met my H we could not get enough of each other! I injured my back a few months into our relationship - chronic nerve damage in my spine. One night we were having sex and my back started to really hurt. He noticed within seconds that something was wrong. I said "I'm sorry, my backs hurting." He immediately pulled out. I automatically turned on my side, assuming he would want to continue in a different position - I had been conditioned to think that once a man was fucking you, he was entitled to finish, no matter what. My H said "what are you doing? You're in pain, stay there and I'll bring you a cup of tea and your painkillers." I cried. That's how a decent caring man behaves. Decent people only want to have sex with people who want it. They don't coerce you (which is what your man is doing by huffing, sulking and silent treatment) and then complain at you that you're not enjoying it! Lying there like a sack of spuds, ooh I wonder why 🤔 What a useless wankbadger.