If you are reading this then thank you so much as I am desperate for advice.
I’ve been with my DP for 4 years. We have a baby.
We got together right after I got my heart broken by someone I was besotted with.
DP is a lovely lovely man. He’s very kind, supportive and adores me and our baby.
He’s house proud and loves taking care of home and his family. He cooks me tea every night, does most of the housework and is 50/50 in regards to our baby. Takes baby off out on his own to give me a break. Does the mornings on weekends so I can have a lie in. Encourages me to go out with friends whilst he stays with baby.
DP has a loving big family who’ve welcomed me in with open arms and his parents are even doing childcare when I finish mat leave. They treat me like a daughter and his siblings treat me as one of the pack.
DP is the definition of ‘family’ man. It’s all he’s ever wanted. He does the food shop every week and meal plans. He’s just done up the garden so me and baby can sit out there during the day.
I suffer with depression and he even reorders my prescriptions for me and picks it up every month.
I’m fortunate enough to not relate to many other womens complaints about ‘wife work’ and the mental load.
Now here lies the issue.
I do not fancy DP. Never have. The sex is also awful.
When we met it was after a break up I’d been through with a man child. My previous relationship to that was with a man I lived with who was also a man child.
By man child I mean the typical not doing housework until instructed to do so and basically me organising everything boring/mundane etc.
I read a lot of forums like this and had lots of friends older who’d settled down with these types of men and I saw what having children would be like. I knew that wasn’t the life I wanted of being with someone who I had to carry the mental load for.
When I met DP he was living on his own in a lovely tidy house. Held down a decent job. And was very ‘grown up’ in managing all aspects of his own life. Plus lovely. The only met I knew that lived like him were older men after divorces/separations. Or had baggage of some kind such as kids etc.
I knew i couldn’t have it all ways so I overlooked the lack of physical attraction and hoped it would grow and it somewhat did. We grew closer and I felt so comfortable and knew life with him would be lovely and simple. So I went against my gut and continued to date him. We had lovely weekends away and got on so well.
Sex was horrendous however. But I put that down to the fact he was so inexperienced. He’d only ever had sex twice before me.
I tried to work at the sex with him. Using toys, lingerie and showing him different ways. But he would always ejaculate prematurely or not be able to maintain an erection.
He went to the doctors and had his hormones checked which came back fine and tried viagra. But never really worked.
Even if he’s able to maintain an erection without ejaculating he can’t get into any kind of rhythm.
if you’ve ever watched the ‘In betweeners’ it’s like that scene when Will gets on top of Charlotte and flops up and down.
I would literally have to guide his hips and everything. The mood would go as I’d be like a teacher and his erection would go down or he’d ejaculate.
foreplay is not much better unfortunately.
I went through a bad depressive patch when I lost all libido so sex wasn’t in the forefront of my mind for a while anyway. During this time he really was my rock.
I came out of the depression and we moved in together. After him being there for me and having so many other amazing qualities I did not want to throw it all away over sex.
I then got pregnant and we were both over the moon. I had 0 libido during my pregnancy so again sex wasn’t an issue.
I had my baby and we were in a baby bubble of bliss.
Now baby is here, we’re in a house we’re renovating and he’s loving life.
But with the depression sorted and baby being born mu libido has now come back full swing.
Weve attempted sex a few times since having baby and it’s been absolutely horrendous. Worse than ever. To the point there really is no point in even trying. He either ejaculates before we’ve even started or if he manages its literally us trying to maintain the one position so he doesn’t go soft.
Foreplay is off the cards as again he ejaculates just by doing stuff to me.
So all we can do is have me use a toy on myself and him not touch himself at all and then once I finish he ejaculates. So there really is no point.
Im at my wits end and I don’t know what to do. How did I let myself get here? I now have an entire family with a dog and all the trimmings.
But I’m only 29. I’m not ready to live a life of no sex.
But at the same time I am not ignorant to the realities of life.
I could split up with him tomorrow and find a man to have lots of mind blowing sex with but gives me ‘wife work’ or isn’t hands on with kids or whatever else.
I keep telling myself that no one is perfect and I can’t have it all ways. I have lots of friends of all ages in various types of relationships. Some put up with partners who don’t pull their weight in the house. Some put up with men who are emotionally unavailable. Some with partners who are tight with money or workaholics. Others with partners who are hands off dads or don’t do the mental/emotional labour of raising a family.
So everyone has to compromise somewhere?
Every morning before DP goes to work he brings me up a coffee in bed. Kisses mine and the babies forehead and makes sure the bottles are all sterilised ready for when we get up for the day.
I think to myself how fortunate I am to have a true partner. But then I feel in the mood or see friends in throws of passion and I think that’ll never be me again.
please please please give me some perspective and advice. I just don’t know what to do.