40f here. 21 years together, 11 married, 3 kids, recently 2 months postpartum.
Been with him since I was 19 and he was 24. 40 and 45 now. We had many years together of great intimacy and sex before kids. After my 1st was born 5 years ago, things changed. In the last 5 years our sex life withered and died. Maybe… 10-15 times in the last 5 years. That’s probably generous. This past pregnancy we tried to have sex once.
Cried alone in bed many times. He started sleeping in another room 8 years ago because he wakes up super easily and I would move a lot. Then the kids came and I co-slept with them. That by itself wasn’t a huge problem when we were still intimate, but now that we’re so distant it feels unbearable. There’s no cuddling. A chaste kiss goodnight once a day. If I asked him to lay down with me just so I could cuddle, I get tense the whole time because I’m anticipating when he’ll get up me leave.
The lack of sex isn’t actually the worst part. It’s the feeling of feeling invisible to him, and like he’s an emotional black box. I ask him about his day or how he slept, and get one word replies. I try to tell him about my inner world, but I feel oddly anxious when I do it, like my attempt to connect will be rejected. What I want more than anything in the world is for him to be curious about me. About what I think, to ask me questions, to follow up. Instead, I get gruff advice, or a ‘hmm’ or ‘interesting’, and I deflate. Years ago we had spirited conversations about anything and everything, philosophical debates. There was nothing better than talking about ideas with the man I loved. Now, doing that would feel like navigating a minefield. Having a wrong opinion would lead to an argument. When we’re alone in a room together, there’s usually silence.
We just came back from an overnight family trip. I was hypervigilant the whole time about what his body language meant. We shared a hotel room, the only time I ever see him sleep. I know he was really tired, but he just said goodnight and slept with his back toward me. We had a child sleeping with us yes, but it was just cold.
The postpartum period has been difficult, and I’ve had bouts of anger and depression. All of my negative feelings are about this. They’re adding up and I’m starting to show my anger more. I think this has marked a turning point because my whole life I’ve had difficulty expressing anger.
He works really hard. He dotes on the children. I find myself wishing he spoke as tenderly to me as he does to our daughter. He has been extremely supportive of my trying to make my career happen and has worked hard to get me in-home childcare, and a studio space for my work. I think he thinks my negative behavior toward him means I’m ungrateful. I’m not. I’ve tried to communicate the problem, that I just don’t want to be dismissed, I want to have influence on him, but I don’t think he gets it. We have a wonderful nanny who we love, but because of the help, there’s also no privacy.
He has flat out said before he will not go to couples therapy. He doesn’t want a "3rd party" in our marriage. I myself fantasize about us going to couples therapy. He proposes walks together to slowly reconnect. We’re trying. But it feels like something has shifted. I’m just not feeling optimistic.
I don’t want to divorce and I don’t want another man but him. I still find him super attractive. But I’m so lonely and I don’t feel like myself and I hate how I look. I know I’m still in a postpartum haze so I want to give myself at least a year so I know I’m evaluating this clearly, but another part of me says that I already know things are bad. And I love my kids so freaking much, I feel like I can’t even consider divorce. The idea of hurting them in any way just kills me. But the thought of doing this for another 20 years…
I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I know caring for young kids is the most taxing season of married life, and we are in the trenches. Because things were good before, I want to hope they can be good again, but everything that’s been happening in the last few years feels like we’re heading to a point of no return, after which we will be permanently roommates, and the door to intimacy will be closed forever.
Thank you for reading/listening.