Worriedwife
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Hi. I’m new here (very glad I’ve found this place).
Back story: five years ago my mothers cancer came back and I really struggled, I was pretty much her only caregiver as my sister lives on the other side of the world and there is no other close family. As her disease progressed I got more withdrawn and distant, the last six months of her life was traumatic and I really struggled to deal with loosing her (it was the end of last year).
At the time I registered that my husband was wanting sex less and less but I was too wrapped up in my own grief to care (part of me thought he was just being gentle with me, part of me wondered if he was getting what he needed somewhere else).
In November a friend made me talk about what I’d been through (I am not a touchy feely, talking about things kind of person) and I realised I’d been so wrapped up in myself that I’d let myself go, pushed him away and neglected him.
I made a real effort for a few weeks but things weren’t working at all, he didn’t want sex, was tired and the few times it got that far he either couldn’t get or maintain and erection. Eventually I couldn’t take not knowing and snooped on his phone.
I discovered that he had been watching a lot of porn over the last couple of years. Nothing hardcore, very little even paid for, mostly the sort of stuff that if I’d found on my teenage sons phone I’d give him a talk about not objectifying women and how it’s not real and then move on. But he was watching early in the morning and in the middle of the night while I was asleep, and while he was at work. The previous few weeks while I had really been making an effort he’d watched between 1 and 2 hours a day!
I confronted him and told him that we had problems that we had to work through. I also asked if he had gone any further - chat rooms, sex workers, affairs. He denied doing anything other than watching porn and I 100% believe him. I know that he wouldn’t do that to me, he felt neglected and found a way to get what he needed without risking being pushed away.
He hasn’t watched anything or masterbated since the end of November now and in some ways we are closer than we have been for a long time. We had a week without any sex of any type. We’ve also worked hard to try and get our relationship back over the last month, a lot of messaging each other during the day - silly jokes, lyrics from songs, memes and the odd flirty message, snuggling on the sofa in front of a film, taking the dogs for a walk together.
Now when we have sex he can get and maintain an erection, sometimes he takes a bit of ‘encouragement’ to get there but that’s happening less. But he struggles to finish almost every time, he says he feels like he is almost there but then nothing happens.
We had a good talk last night and he said that things hadn’t been working normally for months now. So he had been trying to fix it by watching more, which led to things working even less normally, so he’d watch more……
I, obviously, convinced myself that he doesn’t find me attractive because I’ve got stretch marks, a c section scar and a couple of wobbly bits…… basically I can’t compete with the women he was looking at. Which he realised and, I think, upset him more and makes him feel pressurised.
I’m just not sure where to go from here? Do we have a break from sex again? Carry on as we are but ignore the fact that he can’t finish? I’m trying very hard not to make an issue of it but I don’t want it to end up as something that sits in the corner of the room and eventually puts us off.
If you made it through all that you probably deserve a medal!
Back story: five years ago my mothers cancer came back and I really struggled, I was pretty much her only caregiver as my sister lives on the other side of the world and there is no other close family. As her disease progressed I got more withdrawn and distant, the last six months of her life was traumatic and I really struggled to deal with loosing her (it was the end of last year).
At the time I registered that my husband was wanting sex less and less but I was too wrapped up in my own grief to care (part of me thought he was just being gentle with me, part of me wondered if he was getting what he needed somewhere else).
In November a friend made me talk about what I’d been through (I am not a touchy feely, talking about things kind of person) and I realised I’d been so wrapped up in myself that I’d let myself go, pushed him away and neglected him.
I made a real effort for a few weeks but things weren’t working at all, he didn’t want sex, was tired and the few times it got that far he either couldn’t get or maintain and erection. Eventually I couldn’t take not knowing and snooped on his phone.
I discovered that he had been watching a lot of porn over the last couple of years. Nothing hardcore, very little even paid for, mostly the sort of stuff that if I’d found on my teenage sons phone I’d give him a talk about not objectifying women and how it’s not real and then move on. But he was watching early in the morning and in the middle of the night while I was asleep, and while he was at work. The previous few weeks while I had really been making an effort he’d watched between 1 and 2 hours a day!
I confronted him and told him that we had problems that we had to work through. I also asked if he had gone any further - chat rooms, sex workers, affairs. He denied doing anything other than watching porn and I 100% believe him. I know that he wouldn’t do that to me, he felt neglected and found a way to get what he needed without risking being pushed away.
He hasn’t watched anything or masterbated since the end of November now and in some ways we are closer than we have been for a long time. We had a week without any sex of any type. We’ve also worked hard to try and get our relationship back over the last month, a lot of messaging each other during the day - silly jokes, lyrics from songs, memes and the odd flirty message, snuggling on the sofa in front of a film, taking the dogs for a walk together.
Now when we have sex he can get and maintain an erection, sometimes he takes a bit of ‘encouragement’ to get there but that’s happening less. But he struggles to finish almost every time, he says he feels like he is almost there but then nothing happens.
We had a good talk last night and he said that things hadn’t been working normally for months now. So he had been trying to fix it by watching more, which led to things working even less normally, so he’d watch more……
I, obviously, convinced myself that he doesn’t find me attractive because I’ve got stretch marks, a c section scar and a couple of wobbly bits…… basically I can’t compete with the women he was looking at. Which he realised and, I think, upset him more and makes him feel pressurised.
I’m just not sure where to go from here? Do we have a break from sex again? Carry on as we are but ignore the fact that he can’t finish? I’m trying very hard not to make an issue of it but I don’t want it to end up as something that sits in the corner of the room and eventually puts us off.
If you made it through all that you probably deserve a medal!