bashfull
raunchy romantic
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*****Deep Breath****
Ok, I really need to get this out and Lit seems like the only place where I can talk freely and perhaps get some advice.
For those of you who have posted with me, for quite a few months now I've been blurting about "sorting some things out". Well, here's the "sorting out".
First, a little background. I have been married for 12 years. As soon as we wed, my wife literally lost interest in sex. This from a woman who couldn't keep her hands off me for the years we dated. In addition, I discovered that the romantic gestures and the "sweet things" I did were mocked and not appreciated. I've written quite a bit about this on my Romance vs. Raunch thread. In the ensuing years, we have developed completely different interests. The only thing we have in common any more is our child. We don't fight. As a matter of fact, she is a great woman and a good friend. However, there is no passion.
We have tried counseling several times and several couselors. Each time, she stops going, saying that the counselor is "siding" with me. For years, the only time she has reached out for me (emotionally and physically as a lover) is when I eventually become so frustrated and withdrawn that I am on the verge of leaving. This takes quite a bit for me as I am not a quitter. So, for about six weeks, she is the woman I intended to marry. But then she lapses back into her routine.
In addition to the immediate drop in sex, I discovered shortly after we wed that she thought my romance and adorations to be quite amusing. She would laugh at the love letters and poems I used to send her. If that wasn't enough, she admitted that she would share them with her friends (before we were married and living in different cities) and they would all get quite the laugh. Since this discovery, I never wrote another poem nor love letter/note to her.
I am committed to raising my son to be a southern gentleman. And to teach him that a man can be a stronger man by respecting women and treating them as ladies...to value romance and make a woman feel wanted, adored, and respected. When my wife would laugh at his comments (e.g. calling him Eddie Haskle when he would open her door and tell her how pretty she is), she and I had a heated discussion. I informed her that no matter what she thought of me doing these things, she would NOT discourage him.
I found and started posting on Lit as a way to express my desires (sexually and otherwise) and as an outlet. She has no knowledge of my writings, my fantasies, my musings.
About six months ago, I finally, emotionally, admitted defeat and decided that it would be best if we separated. It took another three to four months for me to finally build the courage to tell her, though she had to know it was comming. I decided that we would take a day to ourselves, have the grandparents watch our son, and discuss this.
About a week before this eventful day, however, she came into my room and woke me (75% of the time, we sleep in separate rooms). Guess what? She's pregnant! After almost a decade of no protection, she gets pregnant as I'm about to leave.
So here is the gist of it: I can't bring myself to leave a pregnant woman. It goes against everything instilled in my being.
The problem now is that after years of grappling with leaving, the decision to finally leave became a committment to me. Now, not being able to leave, I find myself often mired in depression. I am an aggressive, assertive, "take charge" person. In the past, when I've felt down, it's lasted but a few days. I work myself out of it by working out, deliberately seeking fun activities, hanging out with my son, etc. But now I can't seem to shake it. I've been dealing with this (not very well) for over a month now. It's made it so that I can't sleep more than an hour or two at time, I find myself lacking motivation to work, I can't get myself out of a funk. So what do I do?
Ok, I really need to get this out and Lit seems like the only place where I can talk freely and perhaps get some advice.
For those of you who have posted with me, for quite a few months now I've been blurting about "sorting some things out". Well, here's the "sorting out".
First, a little background. I have been married for 12 years. As soon as we wed, my wife literally lost interest in sex. This from a woman who couldn't keep her hands off me for the years we dated. In addition, I discovered that the romantic gestures and the "sweet things" I did were mocked and not appreciated. I've written quite a bit about this on my Romance vs. Raunch thread. In the ensuing years, we have developed completely different interests. The only thing we have in common any more is our child. We don't fight. As a matter of fact, she is a great woman and a good friend. However, there is no passion.
We have tried counseling several times and several couselors. Each time, she stops going, saying that the counselor is "siding" with me. For years, the only time she has reached out for me (emotionally and physically as a lover) is when I eventually become so frustrated and withdrawn that I am on the verge of leaving. This takes quite a bit for me as I am not a quitter. So, for about six weeks, she is the woman I intended to marry. But then she lapses back into her routine.
In addition to the immediate drop in sex, I discovered shortly after we wed that she thought my romance and adorations to be quite amusing. She would laugh at the love letters and poems I used to send her. If that wasn't enough, she admitted that she would share them with her friends (before we were married and living in different cities) and they would all get quite the laugh. Since this discovery, I never wrote another poem nor love letter/note to her.
I am committed to raising my son to be a southern gentleman. And to teach him that a man can be a stronger man by respecting women and treating them as ladies...to value romance and make a woman feel wanted, adored, and respected. When my wife would laugh at his comments (e.g. calling him Eddie Haskle when he would open her door and tell her how pretty she is), she and I had a heated discussion. I informed her that no matter what she thought of me doing these things, she would NOT discourage him.
I found and started posting on Lit as a way to express my desires (sexually and otherwise) and as an outlet. She has no knowledge of my writings, my fantasies, my musings.
About six months ago, I finally, emotionally, admitted defeat and decided that it would be best if we separated. It took another three to four months for me to finally build the courage to tell her, though she had to know it was comming. I decided that we would take a day to ourselves, have the grandparents watch our son, and discuss this.
About a week before this eventful day, however, she came into my room and woke me (75% of the time, we sleep in separate rooms). Guess what? She's pregnant! After almost a decade of no protection, she gets pregnant as I'm about to leave.
So here is the gist of it: I can't bring myself to leave a pregnant woman. It goes against everything instilled in my being.
The problem now is that after years of grappling with leaving, the decision to finally leave became a committment to me. Now, not being able to leave, I find myself often mired in depression. I am an aggressive, assertive, "take charge" person. In the past, when I've felt down, it's lasted but a few days. I work myself out of it by working out, deliberately seeking fun activities, hanging out with my son, etc. But now I can't seem to shake it. I've been dealing with this (not very well) for over a month now. It's made it so that I can't sleep more than an hour or two at time, I find myself lacking motivation to work, I can't get myself out of a funk. So what do I do?
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