sofar_sofar
New Fapstronaut
I’m not a very good SO to my PA fiance. He’s trying. He’s making/made huge changes. It’s been somewhere around 75 days since D-day and since he’s been PM-free.
I still find it so hard not to be resentful— blaming him for how I’ve allowed myself to deteriorate in self-confidence and spirit. I feel so discouraged. I feel like I’ll never measure up to what he’s experienced.
Two years ago, in the beginning of our relationship (before I knew about P and before the addiction really got bad) I was all about women rockin’ what they got. I felt like I was one of them and didn’t feel threatened at all. He said in the beginning other women weren’t distracting because he would look at them and think, “psh, peanuts” compared to me. And now everywhere we go I see him struggling to stay focused on any conversation when there’s another woman around. And it’s made me hyper-aware and hyper-anxious of other women. Yet, when I’m playful and flirty or looking my best, it feels like he’s looking right through me. I snuggle and try to start kissing him and he practically yawns and says he needs to go take his vitamins.
I’m overly sensitive, I know. I’m coming out of a year of him rejecting me sexually and using porn instead, so yeah. I’m sensitive.
Everything is complicated by being new parents and navigating careers. It’s all stressful. It’s all isolating. It’s all tiring. It feels like there’s no time for rebuilding a relationship— sexual or otherwise. I feel like I’m peanuts now compared to everyone else.
We have sex on his terms— when he wants it. I feel like I’m not even the reason he wants to have sex. I’m suspicious that he’s triggered from something/one else. I know. I’m crazy. I’m trying to self-talk my way out of it but it’s really hard to stop feeling the way you feel. And I feel like a lesser version of myself. And I hate that I’ve placed my value in his hands. That I can’t find myself sexy if he doesn’t.
I feel hopeless.
And alone.
Someone tell me this shit gets easier.
I still find it so hard not to be resentful— blaming him for how I’ve allowed myself to deteriorate in self-confidence and spirit. I feel so discouraged. I feel like I’ll never measure up to what he’s experienced.
Two years ago, in the beginning of our relationship (before I knew about P and before the addiction really got bad) I was all about women rockin’ what they got. I felt like I was one of them and didn’t feel threatened at all. He said in the beginning other women weren’t distracting because he would look at them and think, “psh, peanuts” compared to me. And now everywhere we go I see him struggling to stay focused on any conversation when there’s another woman around. And it’s made me hyper-aware and hyper-anxious of other women. Yet, when I’m playful and flirty or looking my best, it feels like he’s looking right through me. I snuggle and try to start kissing him and he practically yawns and says he needs to go take his vitamins.
I’m overly sensitive, I know. I’m coming out of a year of him rejecting me sexually and using porn instead, so yeah. I’m sensitive.
Everything is complicated by being new parents and navigating careers. It’s all stressful. It’s all isolating. It’s all tiring. It feels like there’s no time for rebuilding a relationship— sexual or otherwise. I feel like I’m peanuts now compared to everyone else.
We have sex on his terms— when he wants it. I feel like I’m not even the reason he wants to have sex. I’m suspicious that he’s triggered from something/one else. I know. I’m crazy. I’m trying to self-talk my way out of it but it’s really hard to stop feeling the way you feel. And I feel like a lesser version of myself. And I hate that I’ve placed my value in his hands. That I can’t find myself sexy if he doesn’t.
I feel hopeless.
And alone.
Someone tell me this shit gets easier.