Lack of desire, body issues, and a double standard
Posted: July 27th, 2013, 7:49 pm
I'm so frustrated right now, I've got to get this off my chest. I've been married for 13 years. I've been faithful the entire time, never so much as flirted with another woman. My wife is absolutely beautiful to me, and although she's had weight issues, that has never affected my desire for her. Sometimes it's affected her libido, but I roll with the punches. Overall, we had a great sex life for the first six years of marriage.
My wife had suffered from rheumatoid arthritis as a child, although it went into remission before I met her. However, when we had kids, her arthritis came out of remission. It is quite severe, affecting practically every joint in her body. Between that and two kids, our sex life became pretty much non-existent for several years. And the thing is, I understood. Completely. This stupid disease took our ability to have sex away, but I get that. It was certainly not her fault, and I never tried to make her feel guilty, and I certainly never cheated on her.
About two years ago, she gets onto a medication that actually helps, and things are great, for about three months. Then, everything dries up. Sex is infrequent and perfunctory, and the RA affects a great many joints, including knuckles, wrists and jaw, so oral and even handjobs aren't an option. Then, about two months ago, she tells me that A) she's not really attracted to me since I gained weight (I'm 6', 215 lbs; some extra weight around the middle, but I'm not obese or anything) and B) she hasn't wanted to tell me, but she thinks the sex has never really been very good, and I was just good in comparison to her previous shitty partners.
I am now so angry, and so frustrated, with her. First off, her weight was NEVER an issue to me, and now I'm getting that same bullshit from her. Second, any weight I put on came after the sex stopped; my therapist thinks that I use food as a replacement physical activity instead of sex. Third, what a fucking double standard. If a man told their wife "You know, I'm not having sex with you because you got so fat. Plus, I don't think you've ever really been a particularly good lay," people would be coming out of the woodwork to tell her to divorce the piece of shit.
About a year ago, in the middle of a dry spell, my wife suddenly has a herpes outbreak. Her first, nothing like that has ever happened before. She came home and accused me of giving it to her, when I know that's not true. We figured it must have simply been dormant until now, but now I don't know. She takes lots of business trips, and I know she finds her boss attractive, and he hits on her.
The thing of it is, I love my wife. She's brilliant, and funny, and a good mother. She's, 99% of the time, loving and affectionate towards me. But I'm not going to act like a goddamn sitcom husband, begging for sex. I'm honestly considering trying to find a sex partner outside of the marriage. No emotion, just physical release, discrete, and if my wife comes around, I'll break it off. The thing is, I know this doesn't sound like a good idea, but it definitely sounds better than being celibate and resentful, or begging her for sex once every six months and feeling like shit afterwards. I'm not ready to just pack up that part of my life and only have sex on the rare occasions she's in the mood (Twice in 2007, for example). I don't know.
My wife had suffered from rheumatoid arthritis as a child, although it went into remission before I met her. However, when we had kids, her arthritis came out of remission. It is quite severe, affecting practically every joint in her body. Between that and two kids, our sex life became pretty much non-existent for several years. And the thing is, I understood. Completely. This stupid disease took our ability to have sex away, but I get that. It was certainly not her fault, and I never tried to make her feel guilty, and I certainly never cheated on her.
About two years ago, she gets onto a medication that actually helps, and things are great, for about three months. Then, everything dries up. Sex is infrequent and perfunctory, and the RA affects a great many joints, including knuckles, wrists and jaw, so oral and even handjobs aren't an option. Then, about two months ago, she tells me that A) she's not really attracted to me since I gained weight (I'm 6', 215 lbs; some extra weight around the middle, but I'm not obese or anything) and B) she hasn't wanted to tell me, but she thinks the sex has never really been very good, and I was just good in comparison to her previous shitty partners.
I am now so angry, and so frustrated, with her. First off, her weight was NEVER an issue to me, and now I'm getting that same bullshit from her. Second, any weight I put on came after the sex stopped; my therapist thinks that I use food as a replacement physical activity instead of sex. Third, what a fucking double standard. If a man told their wife "You know, I'm not having sex with you because you got so fat. Plus, I don't think you've ever really been a particularly good lay," people would be coming out of the woodwork to tell her to divorce the piece of shit.
About a year ago, in the middle of a dry spell, my wife suddenly has a herpes outbreak. Her first, nothing like that has ever happened before. She came home and accused me of giving it to her, when I know that's not true. We figured it must have simply been dormant until now, but now I don't know. She takes lots of business trips, and I know she finds her boss attractive, and he hits on her.
The thing of it is, I love my wife. She's brilliant, and funny, and a good mother. She's, 99% of the time, loving and affectionate towards me. But I'm not going to act like a goddamn sitcom husband, begging for sex. I'm honestly considering trying to find a sex partner outside of the marriage. No emotion, just physical release, discrete, and if my wife comes around, I'll break it off. The thing is, I know this doesn't sound like a good idea, but it definitely sounds better than being celibate and resentful, or begging her for sex once every six months and feeling like shit afterwards. I'm not ready to just pack up that part of my life and only have sex on the rare occasions she's in the mood (Twice in 2007, for example). I don't know.