First time on here, been scouting around - you ladies dont mince your words! so I write with some trepidation:
Been married for 7 yrs (together for 12)to a kind, responsible,special man who is a great dad, dotes on our kids (ages 4 & 2) & was originally adoring of me too. Doesn't drink, doesn't hit me, really I have nothing to complain about. He's 10 yrs older than me, we married when I was 23. I am now 30, he's 40 and things are not easy. The sex is very very infrequent, although good when it happens. Something just feels wrong, dead, stale...is this normal? I know life with 2 small kids, financial pressure, lack of quality time together is common and probably what many of you are going through but I feel very alone in all of this. My friends are still very much single and although I would never want to be "out there" looking for mr right again and I love my children and more than anything want them to grow up in a happy, stable home with mum & dad together (which I didnt but he did) I feel a bit like "Is this it???" Turning 30 was a bummer I felt like I had no more surprises left in store, like my life is now mappd out for me. The excitement, the thrills done. I have a family, a nice home and have recently started a new career which means I can work part time at home, be with my kids yet have a little indepencdance and an interest that is mine. So all should be sweet for me, no?
Tonight I went out with some girlfriends I have known since school and we were joined by a male friend who has just separated from his wife (also my friend. I baked their wedding cake!!) Many years ago before either of us knew our partners this man & I had a 3 week fling which was HOT but was just that. The evening was great fun, lots of laughs, lots of sexual innuendo, he asked me for a lift home. I agreed and when we got to the door he invited me in for "tea". For a split second I thought about going in but a part of me was terrified at what may happen. I went straight home and felt ill when I got in. I looked at my husband who was quietly on the sofa babysitting our babies who were innocently asleep upstairs and felt so furious for even contemplating doing something to jeperdise any of that, yet on the other hand so angry that someone else could stir up all these wild, sexy feelings in me and I couldnt act on them. I cant sleep. I want to cry.
My husband & I get on, we make a good team. I am just scared that the spark has gone and may never return and if I can live out my years like that?
Christ - I read this back & sound like a whinging middle class bitch who should just shut up moaning. But do any of you feel "Is this it???"