TheMightyQuinn
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Hi. My name is Quinn. I'm 47 years old. I am recovering sex addict and codependent. I am in my 9th, soon to be 10th year of recovery for addiction and 6th year for codependency.
I'm skipping most the backstory for now. Most of you know it. In summary: Addict since I was a kid. 1st marriage of 11 years destroyed by my addiction and partner's BPD. Initiated a divorce post recovery, dated a few years, met my now wife 5 years ago, and married for 3 years. We adopted a baby girl who is now almost 2.
My wife and I, our family, we look super happy. We look on top of the world. My wife has a PhD and a position of stature in a large company. I own my own business and work part time but I work at a very high skill level and we do quite well. Our little girl is awesome. We go to synagogue every Saturday and practice the customs in our house. We're liberal-ish minded east coasters (those "elites" you always here about) but we despise snobs. We live in a old farmhouse in the "country" right outside of a major metropolitan area. Living the dream. Everything to be grateful for.
So...why wasn't I happy?
Better question...why did I stuff that feeling that I wasn't fully happy for 5 years?
Best question...what was my part in contributing to the situation that left me not feeling happy?
The problem:
Our sex life has never been great together. It has been very infrequent. To be specific, every couple of months, or maybe once a month, but (and this is the important part), only when she wants to herself. She is the lower libido spouse and controlled that aspect of our relationship. I let her do it, all through the courtship. I courted her in the way she wanted to be courted but I never really spoke up about what I wanted, no needed, to feel loved in a relationship. (I just answered the last question).
My wife has chronic health issues. From time to time, they can take sex off the table. However, I started to see how she would refuse sex with me even when she was feeling well. I started to feel undesired, unloved, unattractive. I started to see how she avoided sex with me.
About a year ago, we went on vacation, she did not want to have sex (too tired). I protested, "if not now, when?". A week after we got back from vacation, she planned a day with her parents over, and worked in her garden, and had a great day. At the end of the day, I turned to her with wanting eyes and she said "oh I'm so exhausted. I just need some time to myself now to read a book" and she grabbed her kindle and started to leave. I fought back. I retorted "you're too tired because you did exactly what you wanted to do all day and I supported you through it and you are telling me that I am the lowest priority to you. You are taking me for granted. I don't think you understand how much you reject me".
A crack in the ice...if only briefly.
We tried a little bit harder but we hadn't fully grasped our situation yet.
Then she got sick. For 6 months.
She had to change her medications. She's pretty good now.
So I approached her again.
"Quinn, I just got better and now you're already on to this, I haven't even had any time to enjoy it yet. I haven't gotten to go out with friends, I haven't been able to play the [musical instrument of her choice]. Somehow I broke through those excuses and we were sexual. That was about 10 days ago.
Another problem with sex: she has vaginismus. She refuses to go to the doctor about it "I have enough doctors". However, she said she would work on increased intercourse with me as a solution. I said ok. So let's get to it.
About a week ago, we watched a movie together. Had a great time, it was hilarious. We had a good day earlier that day and were very loving to each other. Our daughter noticed the difference.
But that night, as we were going to bed I approached her and said "maybe tomorrow we can be together again" and she protested "how many times do you want to do this?" I said, I would like to be sexual ideally every other day but twice a week would be fine". She was floored. Once a week was all she was ever used to. (this was a knife in the heart. She had sex once per week with her past lover and was interested in sex with him but wasn't interested with me. This nearly killed me.)
We were up all night. We don't "fight". We never shout or call each other names, we are very thoughtful people. However, we have our habits. I'm the irresistible force and she's the immovable object. I repeat myself over and over and she says things like "I am who I am and you're trying to change me and you don't accept me the way I am".
So that's the way the conversation went until about 1 AM. I kept driving my point home. And here is where things began to turn: she said, "let me just speak and I want you to hear me". And I said ok, and I did nothing but listen. She told me about how it doesn't help her to hear this over and over and that she will try but she is who she is. I just listened. When she was done, she paused and said "thank you, I feel heard".
And then she said "Do you feel like I heard you?" and I paused for a minute or two. And this is what happened.
I said "no". I said I repeat myself out of desperation when I don't feel like I"m being heard. I am trying to communicate to you how lonely I feel in our marriage. How undesired I feel. I don't feel loved. And I have always felt this way. I have been miserable stuffing my needs for years and I don't think I can do it anymore. I love you dearly but if this doesn't change, our relationship will fail. I don't want it to, I could never love someone like I love you and I'm terrified of what would happen to our daughter but I can't live like this."
*Crack*
She really had no idea. She thought I just wanted sex and she didn't. She didn't see it as necessary for love. We had a conversation a few days later because I was in a tailspin over jealousy over her ex. More on that (I'm a man of somewhat large size. I always thought that was "fun" when I was young but with my wife, it hurts. Her ex was smaller and it didn't affect her vaginismus as much. But I told her on the porch, "I know you find my jealousy off-putting and it is, I'll work on it, I have to own that, however, it is the natural response to someone else getting something from my lover that I'm not getting. My dear, you are my wife, I am your husband, we should love each other like we love no others." She told me that although she had sex once a week and physically enjoyed it, this idea that there was some deep connection with her ex was false, they were a terrible couple and she didn't really believe in that spiritual sexual connection anyways. I asked her to suspend her disbelief in that. And she told me "I shouldn't have to tell you this, but you give head way better, you are amazing at that".
I bought a copy of "The Sex Starved Marriage" and read it cover to cover one night. My wife started googling issues of low libido and gained some empathy for my perspective. I started to let go of the idea that her avoidance was about me. It was about pain, it was about not feeling she needed it to be happy, it was about her not realizing that arousal precedes desire for her (she has to do it to desire it rather than desire it to do it), it was about her not filling up her own cup of self care (she said the other night she felt like a shadow, like if she looked in the mirror, she wouldn't have a reflection).
She's gotten serious about it. She's called her friends and her sister. She's taken steps at self care. She's started touching me more, we have been very loving. We agreed to focus twice per week on being sexual and that she should initiate some. We are going to try to focus on her pleasure with intercourse and I have agreed to be patient with mine. Basically, I give her an oral O which makes her ready for intercourse. She needs to work on the pain and learn to enjoy it and relax with me. I need to do that for her.
I've gotten serious about it. I spend quality time with her. I practice gratitude. Even though I've always loved my wife, I've always had a little struggle with addiction. I recognize what that struggle was. I have a touch love language. I've been trying my whole life to fill that hole. When my wife wasn't available to me or rejected me, I would look elsewhere in my mind. I don't do that anymore. I feel like the addict is dying maybe even dead already.
All I want is to love and be loved by my wife. For us to desire each other. We are working really hard and I'm grateful. She's struggling with expectations. The last time we were sexual, she couldn't have an oral O. Too much pressure, we talked it out. It wasn't me, it was her pressure. She was in her mind thinking "OMG, I've gotta O because Quinn wants intercourse with me and I'm worried I will fail". I told her to forget about it. Let's just show up for each other and keep at it. Let go of outcomes.
Like I said in a previous post. Outcomes are for God. Effort is for people.
Yours in recovery,
-Quinn
I'm skipping most the backstory for now. Most of you know it. In summary: Addict since I was a kid. 1st marriage of 11 years destroyed by my addiction and partner's BPD. Initiated a divorce post recovery, dated a few years, met my now wife 5 years ago, and married for 3 years. We adopted a baby girl who is now almost 2.
My wife and I, our family, we look super happy. We look on top of the world. My wife has a PhD and a position of stature in a large company. I own my own business and work part time but I work at a very high skill level and we do quite well. Our little girl is awesome. We go to synagogue every Saturday and practice the customs in our house. We're liberal-ish minded east coasters (those "elites" you always here about) but we despise snobs. We live in a old farmhouse in the "country" right outside of a major metropolitan area. Living the dream. Everything to be grateful for.
So...why wasn't I happy?
Better question...why did I stuff that feeling that I wasn't fully happy for 5 years?
Best question...what was my part in contributing to the situation that left me not feeling happy?
The problem:
Our sex life has never been great together. It has been very infrequent. To be specific, every couple of months, or maybe once a month, but (and this is the important part), only when she wants to herself. She is the lower libido spouse and controlled that aspect of our relationship. I let her do it, all through the courtship. I courted her in the way she wanted to be courted but I never really spoke up about what I wanted, no needed, to feel loved in a relationship. (I just answered the last question).
My wife has chronic health issues. From time to time, they can take sex off the table. However, I started to see how she would refuse sex with me even when she was feeling well. I started to feel undesired, unloved, unattractive. I started to see how she avoided sex with me.
About a year ago, we went on vacation, she did not want to have sex (too tired). I protested, "if not now, when?". A week after we got back from vacation, she planned a day with her parents over, and worked in her garden, and had a great day. At the end of the day, I turned to her with wanting eyes and she said "oh I'm so exhausted. I just need some time to myself now to read a book" and she grabbed her kindle and started to leave. I fought back. I retorted "you're too tired because you did exactly what you wanted to do all day and I supported you through it and you are telling me that I am the lowest priority to you. You are taking me for granted. I don't think you understand how much you reject me".
A crack in the ice...if only briefly.
We tried a little bit harder but we hadn't fully grasped our situation yet.
Then she got sick. For 6 months.
She had to change her medications. She's pretty good now.
So I approached her again.
"Quinn, I just got better and now you're already on to this, I haven't even had any time to enjoy it yet. I haven't gotten to go out with friends, I haven't been able to play the [musical instrument of her choice]. Somehow I broke through those excuses and we were sexual. That was about 10 days ago.
Another problem with sex: she has vaginismus. She refuses to go to the doctor about it "I have enough doctors". However, she said she would work on increased intercourse with me as a solution. I said ok. So let's get to it.
About a week ago, we watched a movie together. Had a great time, it was hilarious. We had a good day earlier that day and were very loving to each other. Our daughter noticed the difference.
But that night, as we were going to bed I approached her and said "maybe tomorrow we can be together again" and she protested "how many times do you want to do this?" I said, I would like to be sexual ideally every other day but twice a week would be fine". She was floored. Once a week was all she was ever used to. (this was a knife in the heart. She had sex once per week with her past lover and was interested in sex with him but wasn't interested with me. This nearly killed me.)
We were up all night. We don't "fight". We never shout or call each other names, we are very thoughtful people. However, we have our habits. I'm the irresistible force and she's the immovable object. I repeat myself over and over and she says things like "I am who I am and you're trying to change me and you don't accept me the way I am".
So that's the way the conversation went until about 1 AM. I kept driving my point home. And here is where things began to turn: she said, "let me just speak and I want you to hear me". And I said ok, and I did nothing but listen. She told me about how it doesn't help her to hear this over and over and that she will try but she is who she is. I just listened. When she was done, she paused and said "thank you, I feel heard".
And then she said "Do you feel like I heard you?" and I paused for a minute or two. And this is what happened.
I said "no". I said I repeat myself out of desperation when I don't feel like I"m being heard. I am trying to communicate to you how lonely I feel in our marriage. How undesired I feel. I don't feel loved. And I have always felt this way. I have been miserable stuffing my needs for years and I don't think I can do it anymore. I love you dearly but if this doesn't change, our relationship will fail. I don't want it to, I could never love someone like I love you and I'm terrified of what would happen to our daughter but I can't live like this."
*Crack*
She really had no idea. She thought I just wanted sex and she didn't. She didn't see it as necessary for love. We had a conversation a few days later because I was in a tailspin over jealousy over her ex. More on that (I'm a man of somewhat large size. I always thought that was "fun" when I was young but with my wife, it hurts. Her ex was smaller and it didn't affect her vaginismus as much. But I told her on the porch, "I know you find my jealousy off-putting and it is, I'll work on it, I have to own that, however, it is the natural response to someone else getting something from my lover that I'm not getting. My dear, you are my wife, I am your husband, we should love each other like we love no others." She told me that although she had sex once a week and physically enjoyed it, this idea that there was some deep connection with her ex was false, they were a terrible couple and she didn't really believe in that spiritual sexual connection anyways. I asked her to suspend her disbelief in that. And she told me "I shouldn't have to tell you this, but you give head way better, you are amazing at that".
I bought a copy of "The Sex Starved Marriage" and read it cover to cover one night. My wife started googling issues of low libido and gained some empathy for my perspective. I started to let go of the idea that her avoidance was about me. It was about pain, it was about not feeling she needed it to be happy, it was about her not realizing that arousal precedes desire for her (she has to do it to desire it rather than desire it to do it), it was about her not filling up her own cup of self care (she said the other night she felt like a shadow, like if she looked in the mirror, she wouldn't have a reflection).
She's gotten serious about it. She's called her friends and her sister. She's taken steps at self care. She's started touching me more, we have been very loving. We agreed to focus twice per week on being sexual and that she should initiate some. We are going to try to focus on her pleasure with intercourse and I have agreed to be patient with mine. Basically, I give her an oral O which makes her ready for intercourse. She needs to work on the pain and learn to enjoy it and relax with me. I need to do that for her.
I've gotten serious about it. I spend quality time with her. I practice gratitude. Even though I've always loved my wife, I've always had a little struggle with addiction. I recognize what that struggle was. I have a touch love language. I've been trying my whole life to fill that hole. When my wife wasn't available to me or rejected me, I would look elsewhere in my mind. I don't do that anymore. I feel like the addict is dying maybe even dead already.
All I want is to love and be loved by my wife. For us to desire each other. We are working really hard and I'm grateful. She's struggling with expectations. The last time we were sexual, she couldn't have an oral O. Too much pressure, we talked it out. It wasn't me, it was her pressure. She was in her mind thinking "OMG, I've gotta O because Quinn wants intercourse with me and I'm worried I will fail". I told her to forget about it. Let's just show up for each other and keep at it. Let go of outcomes.
Like I said in a previous post. Outcomes are for God. Effort is for people.
Yours in recovery,
-Quinn