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My husband farms, and anyone married to a farmer knows that especially during harvest season, they leave before the sun comes up and often times they don't get home until everyone is in bed. In my husband's case, it's not just harvest season. He comes from a farming family of 8 siblings and in my mind I categorize them as having a "workaholic" mentality. He keeps himself so very busy all year and these hours are what we are use to. Myself and our 2 kids, son (11) and daughter (9).
If he happens to get in around 8:00, he falls asleep, snoring deeply in the living room when we are going upstairs for bed. So I leave him there and leave the tv on, but shut off the lights.
Two nights ago, I saw his phone next to him on the end table and I took it so I could plug it in, in the kitchen where he always charges it so it would have a full battery in the morning because he also has an agricultural GPS business and needs his phone to make calls.
I just turned it on and swiped it up, not sure why I even looked. I guess because I hadn't talked to him in a few days other than the early morning questioning I do of, where are you going today? What will you do after that field is finished? Not to be a drill sargent, just curious about his day and goals. And it was right there. like a mosaic of porn. My head spun. Every emotion. And our marriage flashed before my eyes of different hints and several denials I've made to myself over the 13 years we've been married and 4 years prior to that where we had a long distance relationship. (an hour and a half of commuting)
I shut the phone off and just went upstairs still reeling. I don't know how much space I have here for background, or if it matters, but I will go into that a little. I like to read my Bible before going to bed. I actually feel relieved when he is asleep at bedtime so that I can read for 5 or 10 minutes and let it sink in without him coming in and turning on the TV or staring at me with sex in his eyes and touching me sexually while I try to read. To me, there is a time and a place and that's not it.
That night, I started googling things about finding porn and searching for things on this subject. I discovered a lot of things that rang very true for me. He has always accused me here and there of not being romantic, not being intimate with him. Wanting me to have affection for him the way I do for the kids. (Which confuses me, I don't understand what that means other than unconditional love. And I tried to make it a point to give him random sincere hugs after he said that and kissie faces which seemed to annoy him). He gets resentful when my favorite cat lays on my chest in the dark morning hours while I sit through his Westerns that are always on. He makes comments that my cat is taunting him, and he wishes I would pay as much attention to him as I do my cat. So I lay my head on his chest and kiss him on the cheek.
When I am taking a bath, I think I'm home alone and I will hear a "creek" and it's quiet. I'll be washing and look up and by the hinge of the door I'll see him watching me and it gives me the creeps. I've "learned" to get use to this after my initial fear. He'll come into the bathroom and say something in an over flirting way, "Hey!" and he'll raise his brows. So I convinced myself, well, we're married, he can see me naked. It's my own complex going on, get over it.
I don't like to undress in front of him. I would rather take my clothes into another room and do it. I would like to feel free to undress in front of him. I wouldn't even care if he watched me. But if he would just maybe...I don't know, admire and say something complimentary and leave it at that. That would actually excite me and draw me towards him intimately. But it's never like that. He's so immediately aroused, that my freedom is done. He'll slide my clothes away so they're out of reach and he'll lay there looking at me sexually and it has to be right now that I lay down and stop what I am doing. No matter the fact that I want to go brush my teeth and wash my face for bed so I can relax too. I know what you're thinking, why don't you just throw your cares away and be with him. Be spontaneous. Well, I have done that. And that's fine, but then the next day it's the same thing.
This is all our relationship is. These elements. He can be in a dead snoring sleep in our bed with the TV on. I am all ready for bed and I come in, I ever so carefully creep onto the bed and slip my Bible to read for a few minutes because I am exhausted and turn the TV to silent and if I make one move too loud or sudden, his eyes open and it's go time. The fact that I am in bed means that I should be aroused and ready to go. And he would like me to initiate sometimes. Even if he bit my head off for some reason that day and it was never resolved, its' because I can't let things go and now I should be ready for "bedtime activities"
Sometimes I already feel "that way" and I'm able to rise to the occasion and it's amazing. But unfortunately that is only a couple of times a month.
I am 47, he is 53. He has the limbido of a 19 year old. And a cabinet full of "vitamins' and testosterone type pills and wants me to take pills to make me feel aroused all the time. Because he "doesn't just want a roommate and if we're not having sex, that's what we are. I can't argue with that. But it feels like there is no other substance to our relationship. I can't go deep with him. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'd love to tell him of things I've done in my life, confession sort of, but he does not want to hear it. If I cry for some reason, he will get ticked and leave saying he's not putting up with this....And I really don't cry very often.
I always think to myself, if we're not getting along, he is completely absent as possible. If we are getting along, it is me trying to deal with his ensatiable sexual appetite. I've tried to just go with it even if I'm feeling resentful and ends up being ok physically, but emotionally it keeps shoving me away. I've told him over and over, if you treat me nicely, if you don't talk about sex for the whole day, ironically, I feel more interested in it. Example, a random phone call during the day might be "Guess what I'm thinking about" and if I say "sex" then he will complain that I can't just have a fantasy with him and be carefree. And I ask myself, yeah, why can't I? Because I must be frigid...I get so confused going all over in my mind and no one to discuss this with. Or he'll text me "so am I gonna get lucky tonight?" And I honestly roll my eyes...it feels like a trap. I'm in the middle of paperwork or something busy and if I say yes, then I'd better follow through or I'll pay for it. And if I say no, well, how dare you say you're not interested in your husband. And I beat myself up all the time. I waste so much energy beating myself up. I have to constantly remind myself not to do that.
The things I read about porn have given me a bit more of a backbone. Some husbands absolutely adore their wives and it's nothing to do with just wanting what's between her legs. I know that exists. I'm not delusional thinking it's a utopia marriage, but I think it's fair to expect my husband to respect me. I think respect is sexy. I think him wanting to know what I THINK about things ...is sexy...I think a man who sees something inappropriate for kids coming up on TV and turning the channel before looking at me and rolling his eyes knowing I don't want my kids to see even passionate kissing in bed..is sexy. A man who protects his family is sexy. A man who wants to know what's on his woman's mind, really wants to know...is sexy.
From what I have read, pornography will escalate a man's sex drive. It causes a person to objectify another. That is what I always feel like. Like I could be anyone there with him. Granted, he isn't wam bam thank you ma'am, (ever) but emotionally, he never invests in my thoughts. If he thinks of me, it's about my sex parts. And I can't get into that. Every woman has that. There's no where to go for us this way. I'll ask what he loves about me...he'll smile and think and say, "I guess it's because you love me"
So now I look over the times I've accused myself and I look at it through the lense of pornography and it makes sense to me now. That I'm not guilty of all the things I think I am. It's because of a distorted view on his part.
And I read something else that said, "You do not have to fight this battle, God will fight it for you" and I keep trying to remember that. To me, I feel like I've been cheated on. He sent a text yesterday morning that said, "I'm sorry I was curious and I looked at that sight last night, I'm not trying to justify it, but I am sorry I don't feel good about it"....and I haven't talked to him since. I didn't reply. I don't believe him. I think he's looked at these things for many years in some form or another. I think he's "sorry" because I found it and I told him, "Some women are ok with that...I'm not" and he left. He doesn't often tell me good bye for the day when he leaves unless the kids are up.
I could go on and on. I feel like I'm going to be attacked for these thoughts, I'm so use to that. I'm braced and ready for a backlash of why don't I just give him more sex. It's nothing I haven't said to myself. That's fine, you can say that. I'm not going to argue, sex is 80% of a good marriage I understand that.
I am just so confused all the time. I am trying my very hardest to be the best wife and mom I can be and I feel like I've failed. Anything helpful that I can do or stop doing, to fix my situation?
Thank you, and I'm sorry that this is so long. I guess I had more on my mind than I thought I did. God Bless
If he happens to get in around 8:00, he falls asleep, snoring deeply in the living room when we are going upstairs for bed. So I leave him there and leave the tv on, but shut off the lights.
Two nights ago, I saw his phone next to him on the end table and I took it so I could plug it in, in the kitchen where he always charges it so it would have a full battery in the morning because he also has an agricultural GPS business and needs his phone to make calls.
I just turned it on and swiped it up, not sure why I even looked. I guess because I hadn't talked to him in a few days other than the early morning questioning I do of, where are you going today? What will you do after that field is finished? Not to be a drill sargent, just curious about his day and goals. And it was right there. like a mosaic of porn. My head spun. Every emotion. And our marriage flashed before my eyes of different hints and several denials I've made to myself over the 13 years we've been married and 4 years prior to that where we had a long distance relationship. (an hour and a half of commuting)
I shut the phone off and just went upstairs still reeling. I don't know how much space I have here for background, or if it matters, but I will go into that a little. I like to read my Bible before going to bed. I actually feel relieved when he is asleep at bedtime so that I can read for 5 or 10 minutes and let it sink in without him coming in and turning on the TV or staring at me with sex in his eyes and touching me sexually while I try to read. To me, there is a time and a place and that's not it.
That night, I started googling things about finding porn and searching for things on this subject. I discovered a lot of things that rang very true for me. He has always accused me here and there of not being romantic, not being intimate with him. Wanting me to have affection for him the way I do for the kids. (Which confuses me, I don't understand what that means other than unconditional love. And I tried to make it a point to give him random sincere hugs after he said that and kissie faces which seemed to annoy him). He gets resentful when my favorite cat lays on my chest in the dark morning hours while I sit through his Westerns that are always on. He makes comments that my cat is taunting him, and he wishes I would pay as much attention to him as I do my cat. So I lay my head on his chest and kiss him on the cheek.
When I am taking a bath, I think I'm home alone and I will hear a "creek" and it's quiet. I'll be washing and look up and by the hinge of the door I'll see him watching me and it gives me the creeps. I've "learned" to get use to this after my initial fear. He'll come into the bathroom and say something in an over flirting way, "Hey!" and he'll raise his brows. So I convinced myself, well, we're married, he can see me naked. It's my own complex going on, get over it.
I don't like to undress in front of him. I would rather take my clothes into another room and do it. I would like to feel free to undress in front of him. I wouldn't even care if he watched me. But if he would just maybe...I don't know, admire and say something complimentary and leave it at that. That would actually excite me and draw me towards him intimately. But it's never like that. He's so immediately aroused, that my freedom is done. He'll slide my clothes away so they're out of reach and he'll lay there looking at me sexually and it has to be right now that I lay down and stop what I am doing. No matter the fact that I want to go brush my teeth and wash my face for bed so I can relax too. I know what you're thinking, why don't you just throw your cares away and be with him. Be spontaneous. Well, I have done that. And that's fine, but then the next day it's the same thing.
This is all our relationship is. These elements. He can be in a dead snoring sleep in our bed with the TV on. I am all ready for bed and I come in, I ever so carefully creep onto the bed and slip my Bible to read for a few minutes because I am exhausted and turn the TV to silent and if I make one move too loud or sudden, his eyes open and it's go time. The fact that I am in bed means that I should be aroused and ready to go. And he would like me to initiate sometimes. Even if he bit my head off for some reason that day and it was never resolved, its' because I can't let things go and now I should be ready for "bedtime activities"
Sometimes I already feel "that way" and I'm able to rise to the occasion and it's amazing. But unfortunately that is only a couple of times a month.
I am 47, he is 53. He has the limbido of a 19 year old. And a cabinet full of "vitamins' and testosterone type pills and wants me to take pills to make me feel aroused all the time. Because he "doesn't just want a roommate and if we're not having sex, that's what we are. I can't argue with that. But it feels like there is no other substance to our relationship. I can't go deep with him. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'd love to tell him of things I've done in my life, confession sort of, but he does not want to hear it. If I cry for some reason, he will get ticked and leave saying he's not putting up with this....And I really don't cry very often.
I always think to myself, if we're not getting along, he is completely absent as possible. If we are getting along, it is me trying to deal with his ensatiable sexual appetite. I've tried to just go with it even if I'm feeling resentful and ends up being ok physically, but emotionally it keeps shoving me away. I've told him over and over, if you treat me nicely, if you don't talk about sex for the whole day, ironically, I feel more interested in it. Example, a random phone call during the day might be "Guess what I'm thinking about" and if I say "sex" then he will complain that I can't just have a fantasy with him and be carefree. And I ask myself, yeah, why can't I? Because I must be frigid...I get so confused going all over in my mind and no one to discuss this with. Or he'll text me "so am I gonna get lucky tonight?" And I honestly roll my eyes...it feels like a trap. I'm in the middle of paperwork or something busy and if I say yes, then I'd better follow through or I'll pay for it. And if I say no, well, how dare you say you're not interested in your husband. And I beat myself up all the time. I waste so much energy beating myself up. I have to constantly remind myself not to do that.
The things I read about porn have given me a bit more of a backbone. Some husbands absolutely adore their wives and it's nothing to do with just wanting what's between her legs. I know that exists. I'm not delusional thinking it's a utopia marriage, but I think it's fair to expect my husband to respect me. I think respect is sexy. I think him wanting to know what I THINK about things ...is sexy...I think a man who sees something inappropriate for kids coming up on TV and turning the channel before looking at me and rolling his eyes knowing I don't want my kids to see even passionate kissing in bed..is sexy. A man who protects his family is sexy. A man who wants to know what's on his woman's mind, really wants to know...is sexy.
From what I have read, pornography will escalate a man's sex drive. It causes a person to objectify another. That is what I always feel like. Like I could be anyone there with him. Granted, he isn't wam bam thank you ma'am, (ever) but emotionally, he never invests in my thoughts. If he thinks of me, it's about my sex parts. And I can't get into that. Every woman has that. There's no where to go for us this way. I'll ask what he loves about me...he'll smile and think and say, "I guess it's because you love me"
So now I look over the times I've accused myself and I look at it through the lense of pornography and it makes sense to me now. That I'm not guilty of all the things I think I am. It's because of a distorted view on his part.
And I read something else that said, "You do not have to fight this battle, God will fight it for you" and I keep trying to remember that. To me, I feel like I've been cheated on. He sent a text yesterday morning that said, "I'm sorry I was curious and I looked at that sight last night, I'm not trying to justify it, but I am sorry I don't feel good about it"....and I haven't talked to him since. I didn't reply. I don't believe him. I think he's looked at these things for many years in some form or another. I think he's "sorry" because I found it and I told him, "Some women are ok with that...I'm not" and he left. He doesn't often tell me good bye for the day when he leaves unless the kids are up.
I could go on and on. I feel like I'm going to be attacked for these thoughts, I'm so use to that. I'm braced and ready for a backlash of why don't I just give him more sex. It's nothing I haven't said to myself. That's fine, you can say that. I'm not going to argue, sex is 80% of a good marriage I understand that.
I am just so confused all the time. I am trying my very hardest to be the best wife and mom I can be and I feel like I've failed. Anything helpful that I can do or stop doing, to fix my situation?
Thank you, and I'm sorry that this is so long. I guess I had more on my mind than I thought I did. God Bless