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Well, let me back up a bit… I moved all the way across the state for college in order to get far away from my abusive stepfather. In doing so, I lost all the friends I had in high school. I had social anxiety, a busy schedule and some other things going on (depression, suicidal ideation, social media addiction, hypersexuality) that left me pretty isolated. So I didn’t make friends in college either…These days, pretty much, if I don’t "click" with somebody immediately, I know a real friendship isn’t going to form… and that’s happened a few times throughout the years, but only ever with men. And of course the problem with men is that 90% of them want to have sex, and once they admit that to you, it’s not appropriate to be friends with them anymore as a MW, and I have to stop seeing them.
Presently, I stay at home with my 4 yo most of the time, with the exception of going away one weekend a month and two weeks in the summer for my job. (If you know what job it is, please refrain from mentioning it for anonymity purposes. thanks.) I’m so busy caring for her and our household that I don’t get out much, and H works pretty late most weekdays. We spend all weekend together as a family to make up for it… So basically, the only adult social interaction I’m getting is through social media (which I have to be careful with because it can get out of hand with my addiction) and with H.
And this was okay in the earlier years of our relationship, when we didn’t know everything about one another and weren’t really good at predicting what the other would say given just about any topic… But now we do, and H has been stressed with work, and he often just stays in his head with his own thoughts. We would sit at the dinner table or go on long car rides or wait in line for something in silence. Or he would come home from work and after dinner and cleaning up and struggling to get our daughter to bed, we’d collapse on the couch, put on the TV, and not talk to each other. In bed, we’d have sex, and then either talk about sex, or he’d roll over and pick up his kindle to read. It was driving me insane.
And I would try to get him to talk to me. Whenever I thought of anything at all, I’d engage him, but he would let the conversation die out, and then it felt like he just didn’t want to talk to me. If we were sitting in silence and I could tell he was thinking hard about something, I’d prompt him "what are you thinking?" (Which was like, several times a day. He wasn’t getting the hint.) I told him, "sometimes you go away in your head, and I just feel so far away from you." And he would apologize, but nothing would change…
The other issue… well, I have a pretty high sex drive, and he’s a bit older, so his is what it is. I never say no when he initiates, and I initiate much of the time. So we were having all the sex that he wanted, and probably a bit more, and I think that made him "spoiled" a bit. Not so excited by it anymore. It wasn’t like the beginning of our relationship where we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other, even when we weren’t having sex. I remember one day waking up and seeing him getting dressed in the light of the closet (really, really good lighting in there
) and not being able to take my eyes off of him, and thinking, "why isn’t it like that for him when I’m naked?" because the day prior, I received a shipment of new dresses, and started trying them on, one after the other with nothing on underneath, in the kitchen in full view of H, and I couldn’t get him to even look up from his tablet… I didn’t feel desired at all, anymore. (And it’s not like I’m out of shape or anything; I’m like 23 BMI and 17% body fat, which is hella lean for a woman and supposedly what he likes…) Minor changes when brought up to him, but not a lot.
So fast forward to when I’m away for two weeks, surrounded by my age peers and immersed in my very niche work culture, not having to do any childcare or laundry or cleaning (everything is communal there, so I only had to do my job)… and here’s this man that keeps seeking me out, who I click with immediately, and we just sit and talk. For hours and hours after our shift, until the only place with AC and Wi-Fi and hot food after 6pm, closes down for the night. And then towards the end, we’d "bump into" each other in the morning before our shift and talk then as well. And we laughed and told stories and learned about each other, and it was so, so lovely. The hellhole were were stuck in wasn’t so bad at all, as long as I got to see him each day.
I felt like I had been starving for a long time, and here was this massive buffet of junk food all of the sudden… And I think that my only friend has been H, my intimate partner, for so long, that my wires are now crossed: connecting with someone else through conversation translates to intimacy, for me. But I told myself that this new man was just a friend, that if I suspected he liked me "that way" too, that I was probably just being conceited and making up stories… So when it came time to go back home, it was really, really hard for me to say goodbye for what probably would be forever, so I made some stupid excuse to exchange numbers and keep in touch. The conversation didn’t have to end. (It should have. It fucking should have.)
And then of course we started flirting and eventually sexting and he was so excitable, and that felt amazing too. I felt desired again.
And all the while this was going on, I still loved H desperately. I felt immense guilt, and wanted to stop talking to AP. I wanted all the things AP was giving me to come from H, and I tried to communicate those needs… I thought, "Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore? Maybe he can’t hold a conversation even if he wanted to… Maybe this is just what happens to your sex life a decade into marriage." And there was one day I came home from the grocery store sobbing uncontrollably, because some voice in my head told me my marriage was dead. And I was so terrified of going back to that passionless silence that I couldn’t bring myself to tell AP it was definitively over (though I tried a couple times. He weaseled his way back in.)
And then H found out, and that was the end of it. We talked about it, and he understands what it is I was missing now. He makes me feel desired now. We talk now, although I wish it was more… I realize I need friends— probably female friends— so I’m not relying on H for all my social needs. I know he’s willing to try, as long as I communicate clearly and persistently…I just wish the A wasn’t what it took to make us see these things. What a costly, costly thing.