Hi all.
This is my first post. I hope to contribute to your community as time goes on, but for now I am hoping for some advice with a problem that has developed the life I share with my girlfriend. I apologize if this runs long. Please stay with me.
I am a 27 year old male in a loving relationship with a gorgeous woman. We've been together for nearly 2 years, we live together, and continually have conversations about wanting a long future together. When we met I was literally swept off my feet; it was the most dumbstruck I had ever been by love, and I'm pretty sure it was the same for her.
In the beginning our relationship was the most sexually functional I have ever been in. When we first met, she warned me that she had an extremely active libido and wondered if I'd be able to keep up. I was intimidated by this as she recounted stories of having to prod past boyfriends into having sex with the regularity she wanted. I later found my worries to by without justification, as we were perfect matches sexually.We communicated openly about what we needed, had great sex very frequently and were ridiculously happy about it. On average we made love about 7 or more times a week for the first 2 months. (She now disputes this figure, but I guarantee you it was the case.) Obviously, I had no expectations of things lasting with that frequency. After a time, things dropped off to about 4 times a week and this was a comfortable amount for both of us.
Some things happened in our life. I had an illness and we both lost our jobs and for a while things were really tough. Her sex drive dropped dramatically, and we went down to one to two times a week. Maybe once every 5 days, but only if I suggested it frequently. At the time, she was aware of the abnormality of it and was sensitive to the fact that my needs were not being fulfilled. This was around the end of 2008.
Valentines Day 2009 is when I realized there was a serious problem. We hadn't made love for about 2 weeks prior to that, but I knew that going out for a delicious meal and gifting nice flowers and chocolates would certainly put her in the mood. We spoke excitedly about our evening together all week. When the time finally came, we had a great meal and a great time. When we got home, I tried to move things in an amorous direction and she seemed completely disinterested, as though it hadn't even occurred to her that I might want to make love to her. We went to bed relatively early that night. I lay awake contemplating where I was going wrong.
She found a job, and the thought on both of our parts was that her sex drive would increase since she wouldn't be worried about money as much. But things just kept getting worse. For the past year we've made love an average of 1-3 times per month generally, although there have been a couple of FIVE WEEK gaps. Nowadays, if it happens once every 2 weeks I consider myself amazingly lucky.
She has assured me that she still finds me attractive and is still in love with me. For my part, I do a tremendous amount for herin the way of emotional support and so on. When she needs something, I am there, always. She's a must graduate student now. I make her dinner. I bring her dinner when she's going to be somewhere late. She has anxiety sometimes at night, so I read to her to help her fall asleep. (We've gone through 4 books this way now, going on 5.) I do the dishes after we cook because she doesn't like to do them. I do the laundry because she doesn't have the time. (I work nights and have the days to myself.) I help her study for quizzes and tests. I rub her feet when they hurt. Generally, I treat her like a queen. She knows it, and thanks me verbally. She has told me that I'm more emotionally available and supportive than she ever could have hoped for.
I cannot initiate sex. It used to be that I could try and she would say no and we might talk a bit about it and then that would be the end of it. Now if I try to initiate she gets defensive and intimates that I am being pushy or not giving her space. (Even though many nights I hardly touch her and only broach the sex topic once a month at most.) She has even accused me to being "obsessed" or "fixated" on sex, and suggested I seek help. (Which I may do anyway, since this whole issue is causing me a heap of dismay.) If I start becoming amorous with her, she often announces she feels ill, tired, achy, or otherwise uncomfortable. She has informed me that I must never initiate sex and simply have to wait for her to be ready. For the past 4 months or so (with the exception of one or maybe two times) she has only been in the mood after 2 or 3 drinks. It is, in fact, the ONLY thing that puts her in the mood. This now means that if I want to make love to her I have to ply her with booze, which makes me feel... awful. But lately even booze isn't doing anything for her.
She has stopped asking me how I am feeling about it. She stopped months ago. It seems like she thinks of all of this as *my* problem now. "Sex slows down," she'll say. "It's normal." But the fact of the matter is that I cannot initiate sex with her anymore. It's a solid fact that a great proportion of the time I KNOW that there's not a thing in the world I could do to make her interested in having sex. That is not normal.
The key issue here is that it's an emotional need for me to be able to show physical affection for the person I love, and I'd love to receive affection back. I feel emotionally neglected. I've mentioned this to her, and she's seemed sad about it but then neither asks if there's something she can do, nor attempts to do anything to alleviate my issue. If our roles were reversed, I'd be doing everything in my power to make sure SHE was at least okay while I proceeded to work my own issues out.
I am not bad in bed. Because of my aforementioned illness I don't quite have the sexual stamina than I had before I got sick, but I think I'm still pretty darned good. She comes. I know she doesn't fake it. I make love to her better than anyone else I've been with in the past, and none of THEM lost interest in me, so I figure it can't be me. And she's assured me it's not me, so many times now that she's ordered me to stop asking.
I am dying inside. I've started fantasizing about other women (something I *never* did back when we were more active sexually.) I've started fantasizing about actual women in my life. Women I work with. I, a *staunch* monogamist, often fantasize about looking outside of my relationship for sex. It kills me.
We don't talk about it anymore. It's an unspoken rule that it's not to be brought up. I know if I bring it up I'll just hear about how busy and tired she is, and then I'll feel guilty. But what about my comfort and my needs?
I don't think I am being unreasonable in the least.
I'd love some feedback on this. I've hardly talked about this with anyone in my actual life because it's actually a bit embarrassing.
Thanks for reading along. I realize this was incredibly long.