This article was by Nora (not her real name), a 45-year-old in San Diego, as told to by Aviva Patz for Prevention.
My husband and I are about to celebrate our 17th wedding anniversary, and we haven’t had sex in a year. You read that right: a year.
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Even when I first met Dave, we didn’t have the fiery kind of passion I’d had with previous partners. But frankly, that’s what attracted me to him. The other guys I’d dated were rock star/poet/alcoholic nightmares, and things had always ended badly. It was nice to be with one of those guys who goes to work, goes to the gym, and comes home—someone I could trust and depend on. We did have sex, but it wasn’t the tear-your-clothes-off-on-the-bathroom-floor sex. I was okay with it being different physically because I valued the emotional connection.
When we got married, we were doing it at least once a month, sometimes more. Then, after our first child was born, the dry spells got longer and longer. I had gained 54 pounds and had a C-section, and Dave was traveling three weeks out of the month. I was focused on our baby, so I didn’t miss our closeness, and eventually this lack of physical intimacy just got institutionalized. It became the new norm.
Now, Dave doesn’t ever complain about the fact that we never have sex, which has made me worry over the years that maybe he’s cheating. I’ve checked for hidden e-mail addresses and Snapchat accounts, and there aren’t any. I think he’s just not a sexually driven person. Even when we have sex, it’s not long or strong. It’s not passionate. It’s over in three minutes.
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The worst part of a sexless marriage is that it makes me feel unattractive and unloved. And as I close in on 45, that kind of reassurance is more important than it was when I was in my twenties—when I was 20 pounds lighter and didn’t have wrinkles starting to form around my mouth like a puppet’s.
Does our relationship suffer for the lack of sex? It depends how you define relationship. Our partnership is strong. Our love for our children is strong. We have a good division of labor that ebbs and flows, but we always work together to get stuff done. Dave left his job some months ago, and we’ve been going to the movies on Friday afternoons; that makes me feel closer to him. But then, I’ve never felt un-close to him—even though the closeness doesn’t lead to us hopping in the sack. In fact, I’m not even interested in having sex with Dave. I’m not attracted to him. He’s not a wild-and-crazy guy who sparks my pheromones. He’s the father of my kids and their soccer coach.
The way I see it, you meet someone when you’re young, and slowly you both change, and that changes the relationship—but not necessarily in a bad way. Things are good. Dave and I have a rhythm, even if our rhythm doesn’t involve sex.
Source: Women’s Health Mag