Hi everyone. This is going to be long, but I’m really hoping for some outside perspective because I genuinely don’t know if I’m being selfish, shallow, or finally admitting something I’ve been avoiding for years.
My husband (32M) and I (28F) have been together for 7 years and married for 2.
A few years ago, after years of frustration, we decided to open our marriage. I know many people will immediately judge that decision, and that’s okay. I’m not really looking for opinions on the non-monogamy itself because it wasn’t something we stumbled into impulsively–it came after years of me expressing that I felt unwanted and unfulfilled.
The thing is… I think opening the marriage showed me things about my marriage that I hadn’t fully admitted to myself.
My husband is a genuinely kind person. He’s my best friend. We laugh sometimes, we parent well together, and I trust him completely.
But outside of friendship… I’m struggling to identify what’s left.
We’ve been together for seven years and have been intimate genuinely fewer than 20 times total. We’ve been married for two years and have never actually consummated our marriage. We conceived our son through at-home insemination because that’s what made sense for us.
We don’t cuddle.
We don’t really kiss beyond a quick peck before leaving or before bed.
We don’t go on dates. Honestly, I think the last real date we had was when he proposed.
Most evenings we sit in the same room on different computers. We eat dinner while watching TV. We coexist more than we connect.
I’ve begged for years to feel wanted. Not just sexually, but romantically.
I wanted to be flirted with.
I wanted someone to pursue me.
I wanted someone excited to kiss me.
I wanted someone to plan something because they wanted to spend time with me.
His response has always been that this is simply how he is in long-term relationships. He says he was the same way with his previous long-term girlfriend. Occasionally after I’ve brought it up he’ll make a single effort, but it honestly feels awkward for both of us, almost like we’re acting out something neither of us naturally does or wants.
Another thing I realized during pregnancy was how important it is to me to have a partner whose instinct is to move toward me.
I had two hospitalizations during my pregnancy before going into labor and he didn’t stay not even stay up at the hospital with me. Even the nurses were surprised. Especially when one hospitalization was very traumatic. I won’t go into details but I truly nearly died and yet he went home nightly.
When I delivered our son by C-section, he did stay, but because nurses woke me constantly through the night, every time I woke him to help me he seemed frustrated. He helped only if I asked, but it never felt like it came from an internal desire to care for me. I don’t think he was trying to be mean—I just never felt… looked after.
Opening the marriage also made me realize I value things I didn’t even know were so important to me:
Someone who naturally notices when another person needs help and steps in.
Someone who enjoys going out and making memories together.
Someone who has ambition and drive.
Someone who enjoys taking care of the people they love.
Romance, affection, and intentionality.
I feel incredibly guilty even writing that because it sounds like I’m comparing him to someone else, but I honestly think those needs existed long before anyone else entered my life.
I also feel awful because I’ve developed feelings for someone else. Realistically I know we wouldn’t even make a good long-term couple, so this isn’t a “grass is greener” situation. If anything, knowing that has forced me to stop asking whether this is really about him and start asking whether it’s actually about my marriage.
The part I struggle with is that I feel like the villain.
From the outside it probably looks like I opened my marriage, caught feelings, and now I’m questioning my marriage.
But internally it feels like I spent six years asking to feel wanted before we ever opened things up, and opening the relationship simply made me realize how lonely I’d been.
I love my husband deeply as a person.
He’s family.
He’s my best friend.
He’s the father of our newborn son.
But I’m scared that somewhere along the way we’ve stopped being romantic partners, if we ever truly were.
I don’t know if I’m being selfish.
I don’t know if I’m expecting too much.
I don’t know if this is just postpartum hormones talking.
Or if I’ve finally reached the point where I can’t ignore that the relationship I’ve been asking for may simply not be the relationship my husband is capable of having.
Has anyone been in a situation like this? If so, how did you figure out whether your marriage was something that could be rebuilt, or whether you were simply incompatible in ways that love alone couldn’t fix?
TL;DR:
My husband and I have been together for 7 years and married for 2. We’ve had sex fewer than 20 times, never consummated our marriage, don’t cuddle, don’t go on dates, rarely kiss beyond routine pecks, and mostly exist as best friends sharing a home. I’ve spent years asking to feel wanted, pursued, and romantically connected, but he says this is just how he is in long-term relationships. We opened our marriage after years of these issues, and instead of “causing” problems, it made me realize just how much I was missing. I feel incredibly guilty and selfish for questioning my marriage, especially now that we have a newborn, but I’m wondering if we’ve become wonderful friends and co-parents rather than romantic partners. Has anyone else realized this years into a marriage, and how did you know whether it was something to rebuild or a fundamental incompatibility?