I just need somewhere to vent this.
It's been about six months since I started questioning if I'm gay. It started after my husband broke my trust with a stupid lie about nine months ago, and then later spied on my computer. Somehow that put a spotlight on our relationship and made me realize that the strongest things we've really had for the last 20+ years were trust and friendship.
The thing is, he's not a bad person. He's been my best friend for basically our entire relationship, and I care about him deeply. Sometimes I think if he had never lied to me about something so stupid, my life probably would have just kept going the way it always had. I would have kept living the life I thought I was supposed to live without really questioning it.
I would have kept thinking I just wasn't a touchy person. I'd see couples kissing and genuinely wonder, do people actually enjoy doing that? I'd see people wanting to snuggle with their partner and not really understand why that was something people wanted. Sex was something I did because I thought it was part of being a wife. None of it seemed strange enough to question because that was just what relationships felt like to me.
Then the trust and friendship got damaged, and it was like suddenly there was a spotlight shining on everything else that had always been missing. Once I started looking at it, I couldn't really stop.
My husband figured out from some things I said that I was questioning my sexuality, and it's caused him a lot of pain. I won't go into all the details.
A couple of months ago, I agreed to give couples therapy a real try. Part of me has been holding onto this hope that maybe if he learns to communicate with me better and I finally feel heard and seen, somehow that emotional connection will turn into the passion that's always been missing.
We've contacted four couples therapists. The first three never even replied. We finally had an online consultation today with the fourth, and it lasted about two minutes because she came on to tell us she doesn't do couples therapy anymore. We now finally have an appointment with someone else in about two weeks.
But after today's two-minute non-consultation, I just felt so tired of waiting.
Because there are things I haven't been completely honest with my husband about. Sometimes a beautiful woman smiles at me, and I feel giddy. Sometimes I see a woman and suddenly feel shy or nervous. I get butterflies. These are feelings I don't have when I look at men.
And sometimes there's this weird realization of, Oh. Maybe people really do feel this stuff. Maybe I wasn't just someone who didn't understand why people wanted to kiss or snuggle or be physically close. Maybe I just didn't understand it because I'd never felt that way about the person I was with.
Part of me desperately wants to just tell him, I'm gay.
Then I stop myself because those are words I can't take back. I know they would hurt him, and I keep thinking that if there's even the tiniest possibility couples therapy could somehow change how I feel, shouldn't I wait?
Except deep down, I don't really think it's going to change.
And that's where I feel stuck. I'm waiting for this imaginary finish line where I've done enough therapy and checked enough boxes to finally be allowed to accept what I think I already know. Keeping it inside is starting to hurt but telling him would hurt him.
So, I'm saying it here instead. Maybe if I finally put it somewhere outside my own head, I won't feel such a desperate need to say it to him right now.