bumpinthenight2022
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This being a literary and sex positive community, I hope my post is welcome. I'm going to try to "one-shot" this and put all relevant details in the original post.
I (38M) have been with my soon-to-be wife (37F) for about 10 years. Around year 5, for me, the NRE (new relationship energy) was wearing off. That's not a bad thing and perfectly natural, quite honestly, I'm surprised it lasted that long. We had grown very routine. It had to be one of three positions, it had to be in bed. I had to initiate. I try to introduce a little spontaneity, a little riskiness, a little kink. I'm trying to pull over and take her in places we used to do when we were new. I'm texting her freaky stuff. I'm trying to add dirty talking. All rejected. She would snap on me, offended that I'm not taking her home. Ignore my texts. Not really be responsive during dirty talk because "she doesn't know how." All the while claiming she's really enjoying sex with me. But I'm bored to tears.
Ever giving that college try, I think maybe it felt "sprung" on her and I needed to communicate to get us on the same page, so I do. I'm trying to explain what I'm doing, and why. Basically stuff like "Hey, I love you, I enjoy sex with you, I only want sex with you, but I don't exactly feel 'desire' from you and this is what we can do to start that. I've gone 5+ years without feeling 'desire' and I know you think you're giving me that by being sexually available, but being available and desiring me are two separate things, and surprise surprise, I'm not a walking erection, I'm a human being who needs to feel something, too."
My thing was not that I needed some radical, permanent change. Let's call these "pathways to intimacy." I just needed more than one pathway to intimacy. Yes, sometimes it's exactly what she wants. But also, sometimes it's exactly what I want. Sometimes it's a mixture of our desires. Etc. That keeps it from being routine, IMO.
I spent years of patience trying to communicate this to her and we finally had this kinda "blowout" where she says:
- What you want is weird
- My friend agrees so
- I've never had to put in this kind of effort
I don't think I have to go too deep on how problematic each of those are. It's not like I'm asking you to play with my butt, I just want you to text me sexy thoughts/let me know you desire me ... and that's weird? Ok. You're sharing my private intimate conversations with your friends and shaming me for it, who knows how far that's gone. And you're comparing me to exes. Perfect.
That was around Year 8.
Fast forward to Year 9 and some major shit hits the fan. Not gonna lie, I cheated. At this point in our relationship she was breaking up with me constantly over stupid shit. For example, I have a text thread between us where (1) I'm down with the cold, (2) it's below freezing outside, (3) she asks me to go out for smoothies, (4) I decline for reasons #1 and #2, so (5) she breaks up with me. We're in our 30s. I'm not dumb. I'm thinking she must have a guy on the side and she's taking testing those waters. So I'm like fuck it. First cute chick to say what's up is getting this dick dropped off in her. Toxic, I know. And wrong. I'm not blaming her, I own my actions.
She finds out, it's Armageddon, of course.
But then... Her own bullshit comes out.
In Year 1, she broke up with me, again one of those trivial things. I helped her buy a house and it turns out, she suddenly had this interest in personal fitness. She's 5'0, 110 lbs. And what do you know, a personal trainer lives across the street. I immediately tell her I'm not cool with this shit, find another trainer. Your trainer doesn't need to know where you live, the time you home, and definitely not doesn't need to know the time I'm home. She calls me insecure, continues to see him. He's an ex con, converted to Islam in the pen, and one day she comes home talking about she's considering converting to Islam--mind you,
I (38M) have been with my soon-to-be wife (37F) for about 10 years. Around year 5, for me, the NRE (new relationship energy) was wearing off. That's not a bad thing and perfectly natural, quite honestly, I'm surprised it lasted that long. We had grown very routine. It had to be one of three positions, it had to be in bed. I had to initiate. I try to introduce a little spontaneity, a little riskiness, a little kink. I'm trying to pull over and take her in places we used to do when we were new. I'm texting her freaky stuff. I'm trying to add dirty talking. All rejected. She would snap on me, offended that I'm not taking her home. Ignore my texts. Not really be responsive during dirty talk because "she doesn't know how." All the while claiming she's really enjoying sex with me. But I'm bored to tears.
Ever giving that college try, I think maybe it felt "sprung" on her and I needed to communicate to get us on the same page, so I do. I'm trying to explain what I'm doing, and why. Basically stuff like "Hey, I love you, I enjoy sex with you, I only want sex with you, but I don't exactly feel 'desire' from you and this is what we can do to start that. I've gone 5+ years without feeling 'desire' and I know you think you're giving me that by being sexually available, but being available and desiring me are two separate things, and surprise surprise, I'm not a walking erection, I'm a human being who needs to feel something, too."
My thing was not that I needed some radical, permanent change. Let's call these "pathways to intimacy." I just needed more than one pathway to intimacy. Yes, sometimes it's exactly what she wants. But also, sometimes it's exactly what I want. Sometimes it's a mixture of our desires. Etc. That keeps it from being routine, IMO.
I spent years of patience trying to communicate this to her and we finally had this kinda "blowout" where she says:
- What you want is weird
- My friend agrees so
- I've never had to put in this kind of effort
I don't think I have to go too deep on how problematic each of those are. It's not like I'm asking you to play with my butt, I just want you to text me sexy thoughts/let me know you desire me ... and that's weird? Ok. You're sharing my private intimate conversations with your friends and shaming me for it, who knows how far that's gone. And you're comparing me to exes. Perfect.
That was around Year 8.
Fast forward to Year 9 and some major shit hits the fan. Not gonna lie, I cheated. At this point in our relationship she was breaking up with me constantly over stupid shit. For example, I have a text thread between us where (1) I'm down with the cold, (2) it's below freezing outside, (3) she asks me to go out for smoothies, (4) I decline for reasons #1 and #2, so (5) she breaks up with me. We're in our 30s. I'm not dumb. I'm thinking she must have a guy on the side and she's taking testing those waters. So I'm like fuck it. First cute chick to say what's up is getting this dick dropped off in her. Toxic, I know. And wrong. I'm not blaming her, I own my actions.
She finds out, it's Armageddon, of course.
But then... Her own bullshit comes out.
In Year 1, she broke up with me, again one of those trivial things. I helped her buy a house and it turns out, she suddenly had this interest in personal fitness. She's 5'0, 110 lbs. And what do you know, a personal trainer lives across the street. I immediately tell her I'm not cool with this shit, find another trainer. Your trainer doesn't need to know where you live, the time you home, and definitely not doesn't need to know the time I'm home. She calls me insecure, continues to see him. He's an ex con, converted to Islam in the pen, and one day she comes home talking about she's considering converting to Islam--mind you,