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I have one of those stories - I had a normal, happy sex life with a significant other - until I didn't.
We dated for a couple years. He was romantic, devoted to me, and we had a lot of core values in common. We were in love. The sex was vanilla (early on I asked flat out what his fetishes were and he said the didn't have any. I also asked what I could do that would turn him on quickly when I was wanting to get down and he said 'you just have to tell me.')
But, we had sex every time we saw each other and it was evident he cared about pleasing me. He even broke out a toy a couple of times.)
Eventually he asked me to move in to his house. I had my misgivings (I was moving into his space of 15 years, he's a neat freak and I am naturally a slob, etc.) but ultimately gave in. The plan was that we would save up to buy a house together.
A few days after I moved in it seemed his interest in sex dropped dramatically. Like flipping a switch. I remember lying in bed next to him, wondering what the heck was going on.
The first time I confronted him about it he didn't respond at all (we were lying in bed in the dark - he was awake) the second he indicated the issue was with me. He said he didn't know when I was interested (um, every night when we get into bed and I ask if you're tired and you say yes?). Then one time he said (almost angrily) he'd never been in a relationship where he had to do all the initiating.
When we were dating I was having the 40-something lady hormone explosion, and I wanted to have sex pretty much all the time. But he made a few comments here and there that made me feel self-conscious about it. Once he laughed and said I was 'like a teenage boy.' (And I didn't perceive that he saw it as a positive.)
It was subtle, but after that I wasn't very comfortable initiating. But I still did part of the time. I had a special lamp one of us would turn on to indicate we were in the mood.
But as time went by with us living in the same house, he rarely initiated, and I rarely did either because I had started to feel I must be old and fat. (I hadn't gained any weight.) Anyone who's been afraid of being rejected sexually by a partner knows the feeling. I don't know why the prospect is so terrifying. It just is. But I still wanted our 'normal' sex life back. So one Saturday, I suggested we have a quickie right then or put sex on the agenda for later. I tried to keep it light and playful.
He didn't respond. At all. He just sat there and silently kept his eyes on the TV as if I hadn't said anything. (Yes, he heard me.) My soul pretty much dropped out of my body at that point. I was mortified. I thought, 'is this really happening?' There were a couple of incidents like that. After which I stopped initiating entirely.
Sex dwindled down to nearly nothing. But here's something I can't figure out - whenever we were traveling (in hotel rooms) - he DID initiate. And not only did he initiate but often in a very forceful (and honestly not pleasant) way and he would want to have sex multiple times. WTF?
Some notes:
- We are both early/mid 40s
- He has no ED issues (vegan for more than a decade - he has the arteries of a 25-year old). He can almost always go twice in a row.
- He told me (at different times) that his two marriages became sexless and that it was his choice. According to him because of long-term problems with each relationship. But he turned off the sex with me the day after I moved in!
- He is OCD in some ways and obsessed with certain cleanliness aspects of the house. I tried my best to keep everything the way he wanted it but, cleaning has never been a first/natural priority for me. I often felt his disapproval.
- One of his ex-roommates called him passive-aggressive. I had never saw him that way until after the sex withholding started though.
- He has always been into video games but in the past several months it got to the point where he put his headset on (a lady boner killer if there ever was one) as soon as he got home, and was still playing when I went to bed.
- After I moved in he only ever gave me one compliment when I got all dolled up, "you look very pretty" - always that exact phrase and always in the same weird, bland voice. I know this sounds like a crazy thing to complain about, but I was used to men calling me gorgeous, goddess, beautiful, hot, sexy. 'Pretty' seemed like a compliment you'd give your mom, or a little girl. So it just felt like a soft insult. Like he knew I was trying to look hot for him but I was failing.
- When I asked him if there was a method I should use to turn him on quickly, I told him mine. It's a shortcut that will work every time for me, and it's EASY. No skills required, no need to navigate complex feminine landscapes. You could literally do it while watching TV and it would have the same effect. I don't think he ever used it during our relationship, except in a 'I'll do this clumsily for 5 seconds so I can say I did it' way. So disappointing.
- I know I too have culpability in the demise of this relationship. I grew up in a passive aggressive/narcissistic household where nobody ever talked about anything. My communication skills are not great and confrontation is very difficult for me.
But after a year of this my self-esteem was in the toilet and I was incredibly lonely (and resentful) being in that house with him. I have since bought a house on my own and moved out (and feel sad but 100% better) but we haven't officially broken up yet.
Does anyone have any similar experiences to share or insights into this situation and how it went so wrong so fast?
We dated for a couple years. He was romantic, devoted to me, and we had a lot of core values in common. We were in love. The sex was vanilla (early on I asked flat out what his fetishes were and he said the didn't have any. I also asked what I could do that would turn him on quickly when I was wanting to get down and he said 'you just have to tell me.')
But, we had sex every time we saw each other and it was evident he cared about pleasing me. He even broke out a toy a couple of times.)
Eventually he asked me to move in to his house. I had my misgivings (I was moving into his space of 15 years, he's a neat freak and I am naturally a slob, etc.) but ultimately gave in. The plan was that we would save up to buy a house together.
A few days after I moved in it seemed his interest in sex dropped dramatically. Like flipping a switch. I remember lying in bed next to him, wondering what the heck was going on.
The first time I confronted him about it he didn't respond at all (we were lying in bed in the dark - he was awake) the second he indicated the issue was with me. He said he didn't know when I was interested (um, every night when we get into bed and I ask if you're tired and you say yes?). Then one time he said (almost angrily) he'd never been in a relationship where he had to do all the initiating.
When we were dating I was having the 40-something lady hormone explosion, and I wanted to have sex pretty much all the time. But he made a few comments here and there that made me feel self-conscious about it. Once he laughed and said I was 'like a teenage boy.' (And I didn't perceive that he saw it as a positive.)
It was subtle, but after that I wasn't very comfortable initiating. But I still did part of the time. I had a special lamp one of us would turn on to indicate we were in the mood.
But as time went by with us living in the same house, he rarely initiated, and I rarely did either because I had started to feel I must be old and fat. (I hadn't gained any weight.) Anyone who's been afraid of being rejected sexually by a partner knows the feeling. I don't know why the prospect is so terrifying. It just is. But I still wanted our 'normal' sex life back. So one Saturday, I suggested we have a quickie right then or put sex on the agenda for later. I tried to keep it light and playful.
He didn't respond. At all. He just sat there and silently kept his eyes on the TV as if I hadn't said anything. (Yes, he heard me.) My soul pretty much dropped out of my body at that point. I was mortified. I thought, 'is this really happening?' There were a couple of incidents like that. After which I stopped initiating entirely.
Sex dwindled down to nearly nothing. But here's something I can't figure out - whenever we were traveling (in hotel rooms) - he DID initiate. And not only did he initiate but often in a very forceful (and honestly not pleasant) way and he would want to have sex multiple times. WTF?
Some notes:
- We are both early/mid 40s
- He has no ED issues (vegan for more than a decade - he has the arteries of a 25-year old). He can almost always go twice in a row.
- He told me (at different times) that his two marriages became sexless and that it was his choice. According to him because of long-term problems with each relationship. But he turned off the sex with me the day after I moved in!
- He is OCD in some ways and obsessed with certain cleanliness aspects of the house. I tried my best to keep everything the way he wanted it but, cleaning has never been a first/natural priority for me. I often felt his disapproval.
- One of his ex-roommates called him passive-aggressive. I had never saw him that way until after the sex withholding started though.
- He has always been into video games but in the past several months it got to the point where he put his headset on (a lady boner killer if there ever was one) as soon as he got home, and was still playing when I went to bed.
- After I moved in he only ever gave me one compliment when I got all dolled up, "you look very pretty" - always that exact phrase and always in the same weird, bland voice. I know this sounds like a crazy thing to complain about, but I was used to men calling me gorgeous, goddess, beautiful, hot, sexy. 'Pretty' seemed like a compliment you'd give your mom, or a little girl. So it just felt like a soft insult. Like he knew I was trying to look hot for him but I was failing.
- When I asked him if there was a method I should use to turn him on quickly, I told him mine. It's a shortcut that will work every time for me, and it's EASY. No skills required, no need to navigate complex feminine landscapes. You could literally do it while watching TV and it would have the same effect. I don't think he ever used it during our relationship, except in a 'I'll do this clumsily for 5 seconds so I can say I did it' way. So disappointing.
- I know I too have culpability in the demise of this relationship. I grew up in a passive aggressive/narcissistic household where nobody ever talked about anything. My communication skills are not great and confrontation is very difficult for me.
But after a year of this my self-esteem was in the toilet and I was incredibly lonely (and resentful) being in that house with him. I have since bought a house on my own and moved out (and feel sad but 100% better) but we haven't officially broken up yet.
Does anyone have any similar experiences to share or insights into this situation and how it went so wrong so fast?