I don’t know where to start but need to vent.
Hubby and I have been married 3 years, together for 4. For the first 6 months, it was heaven: Lots of sex, he cooked meals for us, talked, helped out in the house.
Since we moved to our house (old one was mine) sex has gradually dwindled.
Just over 2 years ago, he was very stressed at work and eventually left job due to depression. He was out of work for months and sat on his arse playing computer games. The help etc dried up. Meanwhile, I had a v demanding job, was working hard to sort out legal matters for his nan and ended up stressed, depressed and on anti-depressants. I seemed permanently poorly and still carried on looking after him and my family. We had sex 3 times in 2007.
2 Jan 08. Diagnosis. Hubby withdrew still further. We last made love on 31 Jan, the night before my op. I cried buckets as it felt as though I would never make love again. Sadly, it seems my feelings were right.
All through treatment, hubby visited hosp once, came to just 1 of my chemos and I had to go to rads alone. I kept up with housework, shopping etc and still he sat on his arse with the computer games.
I must be mad. I still love him - just - and want him back how he was when we started out. But most of all, I want him to take me in his arms and love me. I’ve tried and tried to show him that I so much want to be treated like a woman, to be his wife, and yet the only roles I’m allowed to fulfil are landlady and skivvy.
I’ve talked to him many times and all he says is that we’ll get back on track…but WHEN precisely? Don’t suggest couple counselling or that he is still depressed and should have gone along with the treatment GP prescribed…he won’t. I’m at my wits’ end and feel so sad that he is not there for me.
I went to the Doc’s today to have a coil fitted, in the hope that no worries might help rekindle the odd flame. Sadly, due to colposcopy a few years ago, that didn’t work. I know no barrier methods are acceptable to him so am left with having to find out whether or not I’m still fertile. Really, really wanted him to hug me and say he loved me - I was so sad and traumatised by the whole damn thing - but no go. He basically sent me off downstairs as he has to get up at 5 tomorrow for work.
Sorry to ramble. I know that it looks unlikely from this that I’ll ever get back on track with this man and I should probably tell him to leave but I do love him still. Besides, I’m a shadow of the girl I was and cannot imagine ever chatting up a stranger again.
I just want to be a normal woman again.