struggling to hang on(trigger)...
I come here with a very heavy heart, and I guess I need to vent more than anything. In the past year, I have grown in leaps and bounds, as I finally dealt with a past marked by molestation and abuse. The problem with it all is that the more I learn about my self, and the person I am, the more I realize I have made an awful mistake.
Defining what is important to me, it has become glaringly clear that sex is very high on my list. It is through sex that I gain validation as a person, feel love and security, and get a great deal of pleasure. I list it as one of the best parts of being alive. No, I will not die if I dont have sex, but it has become very clear that I will also be left feeling empty and unhappy if it isnt a major part of my life.
My wife on the other hand sees sex as a fringe benefit, something that she can take or leave. I really feel she could go totally without it, and not even miss it. She sees my desire for more as my problem, and berates me as having a problem. The thing is as I have learned more about other couples from talking on message boards I realize I am perfectly fine. I have come to realize that I am very healthy, and that three or four times a week is not beyond reason.
I have made this tremendous effort to change; I mean really remake my self into the man I think I ought to be. She works nights, so five days a week, I have the kids in the evening. I do dishes, sweep, laundry, whatever it takes, and I do it because she works too, and it is fair and right. I feel I have given so much of myself, and ask very little. I dont sit around and watch TV while she busts her hump. I am an active father. I take my older son to soccer, and to school events. I take care of our eight-month-old baby while she is at work, feeding, changing, playing with him, and teaching him.
The bottom line is that I feel unfulfilled and unhappy with our sex life, and I realize I chose a woman for my wife who isnt able to meet those needs. I cannot walk away from my kids, cannot have an affair, and feel like I am forever doomed to this flat, routine world that doesnt make me happy. After all the work I have done to completely make myself over, I find that I am facing a hard life of reality. At least when I was addicted and messed up, I was so far removed from reality that I didnt feel it. Now I feel it, and own it, and dont want it.
I would almost rather be left to my fantasies and masturbation than to face another lackluster night. We made love last night. I put on the mask I dont like to wear, pretending to be hungry and needy. I pretended to ravage her, and inside I wanted to roll over and go to sleep. I have come to hate the paint-by-numbers sex life I have, kiss, breasts, oral then intercourse. A few meaningless minutes of spooning to show I care, before falling asleep to dream of better things. Assembly-line sex, to the point of total efficiency, leaves me empty and flat.
It isnt that I expect you all to have the magic answers. I know the drill. I need to talk to her, but I have to no avail. I guess the ball is in my court, and I have chosen to play the game I signed on for instead of walking off for something new. This facing up to the truth stuff is a hard row to hoe.
I try to count my blessings, the kids, her support, and the life we have, but I feel like I have a big hole right in the center of me. I long for something I cant have to the point of being miserable. I feel trapped, and am slowly drifting back into the depression I fought my way out of. I feel helpless to change things, evne though inside I believe I need to. I cant do that to her, and to our kids.
Defining what is important to me, it has become glaringly clear that sex is very high on my list. It is through sex that I gain validation as a person, feel love and security, and get a great deal of pleasure. I list it as one of the best parts of being alive. No, I will not die if I dont have sex, but it has become very clear that I will also be left feeling empty and unhappy if it isnt a major part of my life.
My wife on the other hand sees sex as a fringe benefit, something that she can take or leave. I really feel she could go totally without it, and not even miss it. She sees my desire for more as my problem, and berates me as having a problem. The thing is as I have learned more about other couples from talking on message boards I realize I am perfectly fine. I have come to realize that I am very healthy, and that three or four times a week is not beyond reason.
I have made this tremendous effort to change; I mean really remake my self into the man I think I ought to be. She works nights, so five days a week, I have the kids in the evening. I do dishes, sweep, laundry, whatever it takes, and I do it because she works too, and it is fair and right. I feel I have given so much of myself, and ask very little. I dont sit around and watch TV while she busts her hump. I am an active father. I take my older son to soccer, and to school events. I take care of our eight-month-old baby while she is at work, feeding, changing, playing with him, and teaching him.
The bottom line is that I feel unfulfilled and unhappy with our sex life, and I realize I chose a woman for my wife who isnt able to meet those needs. I cannot walk away from my kids, cannot have an affair, and feel like I am forever doomed to this flat, routine world that doesnt make me happy. After all the work I have done to completely make myself over, I find that I am facing a hard life of reality. At least when I was addicted and messed up, I was so far removed from reality that I didnt feel it. Now I feel it, and own it, and dont want it.
I would almost rather be left to my fantasies and masturbation than to face another lackluster night. We made love last night. I put on the mask I dont like to wear, pretending to be hungry and needy. I pretended to ravage her, and inside I wanted to roll over and go to sleep. I have come to hate the paint-by-numbers sex life I have, kiss, breasts, oral then intercourse. A few meaningless minutes of spooning to show I care, before falling asleep to dream of better things. Assembly-line sex, to the point of total efficiency, leaves me empty and flat.
It isnt that I expect you all to have the magic answers. I know the drill. I need to talk to her, but I have to no avail. I guess the ball is in my court, and I have chosen to play the game I signed on for instead of walking off for something new. This facing up to the truth stuff is a hard row to hoe.
I try to count my blessings, the kids, her support, and the life we have, but I feel like I have a big hole right in the center of me. I long for something I cant have to the point of being miserable. I feel trapped, and am slowly drifting back into the depression I fought my way out of. I feel helpless to change things, evne though inside I believe I need to. I cant do that to her, and to our kids.