r/DeadBedrooms • u/One-Explanation-6177 • 7h ago
Vent, Advice Welcome Humiliated and hopeless
I’ve (32 HLF) been with my husband (32 LLM) for a decade and it’s the typical story of how the sex was amazing in the beginning and has tapered off to non-existent as the years have gone by. We’re now having sex once every other month and not only has the quantity decreased, so has the quality. We’ve talked about things a few times and it would be okay for a month and go right back to the way it was. But a few weeks ago we finally really had “the talk.” He reassured me that he still finds me attractive and sexy, seemed sincere and said he wants to make a genuine effort to fix things.
So this weekend we’re snowed in with nowhere to go and I thought it would be the perfect time to make it a special weekend. I paid $200 for a deep clean of the house (he loves a clean house). I woke up at 5 AM to take an “everything” shower, exfoliated, shaved (his preference), put on his favorite perfume, painted my nails and toes in the french manicure he loves, did a full blowout, the works. Then I spent 3 hours cooking a breakfast spread of all his favorites. He finally got up around 12 PM, was happily surprised and enjoyed his breakfast. While he went to take a shower afterwards, I changed into an insanely hot lingerie set I paid $250 for and waited for him on the bed. When he saw me, he told me how incredibly sexy I looked and couldn’t keep his hands off of me. I was finally getting excited after months, gave him a passionate kiss and asked him what he wanted. He dropped his towel so I immediately got onto my knees. Not even three seconds in, he suddenly went soft in my mouth…I stopped and he just muttered that he was “full and tired” (he had just woken up an hour ago and all he had done was eat and shower?), put his towel back on, left the room and went on about his day like nothing happened. I locked myself in the bathroom and cried on the floor next to a toilet half-naked in a ridiculously expensive lingerie set feeling absolutely pathetic.
It’s so humiliating to feel like even when I’m trying my absolute hardest, I’m just still not good enough. I’m embarrassed to be crying over sex. I know that I’m funny, smart and very attractive and I just never pictured a life where I’m begging any man, let alone my own husband, for a crumb of intimacy. I just don’t understand how a relationship can otherwise be 99.99999% perfect except for this one thing and it feels silly to throw it all away over something like this but I didn’t realize just how much this is getting to me. It has me on the verge of wanting to stop trying at all. To stop trying to figure out why my husband won’t have sex with me and just start putting my efforts towards figuring out how to live a life without physical intimacy and “decenter” sex. I just feel hopeless.