Name changed for this...
I've been married to my DH for coming up to 7 years, together for 14. We're in our mid 30s, no children.
He's my best friend, there's noone I'd rather spend my time with. We laugh so much, we have a lovely life together. We adore each others families and friends. We rarely argue and there's truly no-one I can see my spending the rest of my life with.
But there's practically zero intimacy. We have sex no more than 5-6 times a year, and its been this way since just before we got married.
For the first few years, we were like any young couple and we would have sex multiple times a day / week. Then my mental health hit a huge rough patch and I became very ill for a few years. I would swing between a dark, suicidal depression and mania. I would lash out, be verbally agressive and push and push for him to leave - I wanted to actively destroy everything that made me happy because I felt I didn't deserve it and was also living with undiagnosed PTSD from childhood SA. Consequently he started to turn to other people for emotional support, he didnt physically chea but the conversations certainly crossed boundaries.
I sort medical help, we both went to counselling and after a lot of open, sometimes painful communication we decided that our relationship was worth it and we worked bloody hard to forgive each other and work on ourselves and I'm so proud of where we are today.
Other than our sex life. It never, ever recovered. And after numerous conversations over the past few years, tonight I was lying in bed in new lingerie, crying while my husband slept next to me. He made all the right noises, and we cuddled... and then that's where it stops. I've been rejected by him that many times I just cant make the first move and he treats me with kid gloves because of the PTSD and SA and he get serious performance anxiety. We're at a crossroads and I think that last little of hope that was still inside of me shattered tonight.
The lingerie is in the bin and I'm downstairs crying on the sofa. I think I need to accept that if I stay in this marriage I'm looking at a life of no intimacy and, highly likely, no children. He's my best friend, I love him, I still fancy the pants off him but neither of us can breakdown this barrier.
Sorry for the long winded-ness... there's noone i can talk to about this and I needed to get it all out.