I'm 35 years old and have had several DC with my husband, who I've been with since I was 19 years old. We met at a time when I was going through a lot: I'd just come out of an abusive relationship, was sexually very promiscuous, had just had an abortion, was struggling with a difficult relationship with my mum, was binge drinking and using drugs, studying, trying to find a job, etc.
After we got together, we lived a pretty wild lifestyle with a lot of booze and drugs for a few years, until we started TTC when I was 24/25. I cleaned up my act, finished my studies, got a job - while he would still go on benders a few times a month.
I got pregnant and had the baby, and during the first year of DC1's life, I was very alone with the baby while DH partied. But he paid the rent and bills so leaving wasn't easy, although it was something I did think about a lot.
The partying continued on and off for two years, until after we had DC2. Throughout our marriage, there have been ups and downs and he's had several relapses, although he's mostly been sober since 2020. We've since had four more children and decided to move to a new city and start a new life.
To cut a very long story short: I believe that his excessive partying over the years left me with a lot of resentment. I've suggested going to couple's therapy but he won't go. We are great parents and work well as a team, but we are very much housemates, rather than romantic partners.
Since the birth of our last DC, we've not DTD. "The baby" is now 15 months old. I feel like I have little to no sexual attraction towards DH, and the thought of male genitalia doesn't turn me on at all. However, I have increasingly found myself fantasising about women. I am not attracted to anyone in particular, but the thought of being with a woman (romantically, sexually, in a committed relationship) feels more and more appealing.
I have identified as bisexual for quite some time (and my husband knows this). In high school, I had crushes on girls - but never really acted on those out of heteronormativity, internalised homophobia at the time, and shame. At uni, I made out with women (drunken nights out always though).
Being with a woman long-term just never seemed like a "viable option" - and I just carried on a path that felt already paved for me: move in with a man, get married to a man, have babies with a man... I obviously do not regret marrying him or having our children, but I feel like now, after I've had my last baby, there's been a bit of time to breathe and figure out who I am and what I want, possibly, in the future.
This is all very stream-of-consciousness, but I do feel like this is me coming out (albeit anonymously, online), no and saying: I think I'm a lesbian.
I would much prefer to be with women, or rather, a woman - and the thought of it excites me far more than the idea of being with a man, any man.
But so... what do I do? I'm not in a position to divorce or separate from DH at the moment (I can't go into too much detail because I don’t want to be identified), but I'll just say that it's not logistically possible at the moment - and probably won't be for quite a while.
I've thought about asking how he would feel about opening up our relationship - but that doesn't feel quite right either and I know he wouldn't agree.
He's not pressuring me to have sex, but we do often half-joke about how long it's been, and then make plans to fix the issue soon - but then never get around to actually doing it, and frankly it's been so long now that I dread the idea.
I don’t know what to do. I feel trapped and sad. This is a person who has known me almost half of my life. We've been through a lot together and we have wonderful children. He is a loving, hands-on father and (now) a supportive partner. I don’t want to 'give up' on us, or betray him - but with him not agreeing to go to therapy, I feel like my hands are tied and that was my last attempt at trying to salvage/fix our relationship.
At the risk of getting judged (I want to be honest and get this all off my chest), I have considered having an affair just to see if sex with a woman is really the thing that gets me going, but I don’t know if I could live with myself and the deceit of it.
So what now?