I met my partner online seven years ago. We have a two year-old child together.
My partner seemed like a good and kind person when we met, and she still does, but she has never told me she loves me, has never really seemed interested in getting to know me on a deep level, has never initiated sex and has never complimented me.
I used to tell her that I loved her regularly at the beginning of the relationship and was always complimenting her character and appearance, encouraging her with work / her dreams, but I have never had the same back.
I stayed hoping things would get better. I loved and liked her. We can have a good laugh together. But over time I started to feel very sad inside.
After we’d been together for a couple of years, she stopped working for a period of several years, and during this time I paid off her debts, bought her a laptop, and spent $10,000 to help her get her sewing business idea started. This has not taken off, perhaps partly because our daughter arrived (and that’s fair enough), but she also tells me that *I haven’t done enough* to help her. She can get quite moody about it.
Over the years, whenever I’ve asked her why she has never told me that she loves me, never complimented me, never initiated sex - she gets angry and accuses me of being mentally ill, tells me I need to see a therapist, tells me that I’ve always got some kind of problem with her.
And I must admit, it has started to become like a stuck record… I bottle things up as much as I can because she is so unreceptive, and on the rare occasions I feel like I simply have to say something, she invalidates my feelings entirely. I have grown fearful of sharing thoughts and feelings with her.
I’ve started to feel really guilty for feeling the way I do, but I don’t know how to handle this persistent grinding feeling of being completely starved of intimacy and emotional connection.
Over the years, it has definitely eaten away at my sense of self esteem. I’m not sure it would be possible to feel any less attractive, appreciated or desired than I do. I blame myself. I get angry with myself. I feel like an idiot for allowing things to continue for so long in such a deeply unfulfilling way.
Of course we have the most wonderful daughter who I love to bits, but I find myself hoping she doesn’t learn that this is how a relationship is supposed to look.
At times the situation has made me feel quite desperate.
I moved to a separate bedroom in the house - the house that I bought - a month or so ago. Our sex life had dwindled to once a year anyway, and it almost felt dishonest to keep sharing the same bed.
Separating would not be easy as she earns very little, she doesn’t drive, I pay for 90% of the bills and other expenses. I also have to look after my other family members (parents) quite a bit who struggle financially and need my support.
Not sure why I’m posting this here really. I guess I’m just looking for a kind word from someone. Really, I already know what I have to do. At least I think so. Thanks for reading, and sorry it was so long.