My husband and I have been married just under a year and we have a beautiful 6 month old son (yes, I was pregnant when we got married and no, that isn't why we got married).
MY HUSBAND NEVER WANTS TO HAVE s*x WITH ME.
For a long time he made various excuses, during the pregnancy he sometimes said it scared him that he could hurt the baby (I assured him that wasn't possible), sometimes he's claimed to be sick or tired or something similar. Recently I found an old order form for Viagra and he admitted to having ED as a side effect of a medication he's on (paxil) and says that this is why he avoids having s*x with me.
But I don't understand. Every 2 or 3 weeks or so when he can tell I'm getting REALLY upset about it, he'll have s*x with me. Yes, it seems to take a bit to get him "ready," but he does, so is it really ED? He says he doesn't want to buy the Viagra because it's too expensive, but we waste PLENTY of money on other things, and I've bought him OTC herbal supplements he never ever even attempts to take.
I'm beginning to be more and more convinced that he just doesn't want me and it's killing my self-esteem and our relationship. I often end up sleeping on the couch because the rejection of lying next to a man who can't bear to make love to me is too painful.
During the day he'll often tell me that I'm s**y and grab my butt or cop a feel, or even say he wants me, but only when the timing is such that there is no way he could be expected to follow through. Our son sleeps through the night (7:30pm-6:am) so we have ample alone time, and not to sound conceited, but I am 24 and pretty attractive, and my body is pretty much back to normal after giving birth.
Hubby is 32 and somewhat overweight, which I know may affect his libido, but I have a hard time comprehending why he wouldn't at least be willing to take something. It seems he doesn't even want to want me.
We see our pastor for marriage counseling every few weeks, just for the basic stress and advice of being a newly-wed couple with a new baby, but I know he's far too uncomfortable to ever discuss this issue.
I don't know how much more I can take. I literally lose so much sleep over this. I feel like I'm slowly dying inside. This is making me hate myself and him. It may sound silly that something like this would matter so much, but truly it is eating away at me.
At this point even on the rare occasion that we are intimate it just makes me miserable and I want to cry at seeing how much effort it takes him to force himself to "get it done" like some distasteful chore he's been putting off for as long as possible.
I can't take this much longer. I need help.
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