I Didn't Know There Was A Name For It.I live in a sexless marriage. I didn't know there was a name for it. I'm posting here today more as an entry, into a diary or journal or some such, to make concrete what is in my heart and mind. I guess it is a confession of sorts.
I've been married 21 years. I love my husband so much. I like him too. He's truly a wonderful person.
Somewhat less than I wanted was where we started and we are finally at the point where I guess I have to say I can't bear any more rejection. I am at the sad realization that he does not desire sex or passion with me and he does not desire to desire. I go back and forth between anger and grief. He told me last night that he feels I won't accept the person he has become. He's right - how can I accept that?? How can I accept that a healthy 53 year old man never wants to have sex again? I am attractive, fit, smart, personable. I experience regular reminders that there are plenty of men out there who would be interested in me if I were available. Not much consolation.
No one would understand if I leave this wonderful man. My adult children adore him. My family loves him. I'm so lucky they say. So lucky to have such a wonderful marriage. I keep our secret. I'm so sad and depressed.
This post looks so lame as I write it, but I needed to confess to someone. Even if that is a forum of strangers. Thank you for being here.