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His heart isn't in it.
My husband and I have been together for three and a half years. We both came from very sexually unfulfilling previous marriages, and when we met I laid pretty much all of my kink cards on the table right away (and encouraged him to do the same). I was extremely adamant about the fact that a fulfilling sex life was mandatory to me in my relationship and that my partner needed to be extremely GGG.
Our sex from the beginning was pretty great. Day to day he is a very shy, introverted person, but I saw his sexual dominant streak immediately and it gave me faith that he could be the partner that I need. Our libidos differ greatly, and in the first year or so of our relationship we also contended with his very serious porn addiction (I’m not a prude, we are talking like 4-6 hours a day and him consistently choosing porn over sex).
In our second year, he was mostly porn free, our sex frequency was improving, and I was seeing a kink-positive therapist (sometimes we would go together. After nine months of almost weekly sessions with the therapist, the therapist straight out said to me “this man does not deserve you.” Instead of breaking up with my partner, I broke up with the therapist. I do not think that what he said was true, in a general sense– my husband is an AMAZING friend and partner and co-parent to my two children. He is kind and gentle (in daily life) and absolutely loyal to me as any man could ever be. He is a GOOD man. Sexually– my therapist was probably right. 🙁
In therapy I had spent a lot of time working on understanding my submissiveness and learning how much of a role I wanted it to play in my life, and realized that it’s hugely significant. As a service-oriented sub, my happiness comes from making HIM happy, and I feel like he should be SO grateful and honored that I choose to devote myself to him, but instead I feel like he thinks of this as just something he allows me to do for my sake.
We’ve always had pretty kinky sex, and I had been doing very service oriented things (waking up before him and preparing him breakfast, washing him in the shower, trimming his beard and shaving him, basically waiting on him hand and foot.
At the end of last year we started doing marijuana edibles together and it took our kinky sex to a whole new level and in bed he became the Daddy I had always, always, always dreamed of. Literally the first time we were high together everything I had ever needed to hear from him he said (he is not much of a talker)– that he is proud of me, that I am so fucking hot (I never ever hear this), that I am so good to him, that I am such a good girl, that he is so lucky to have me… and since then our non-high sex has been almost as amazing but we have continued to use edibles to enhance our scenes about once a week.
This huge change benefitted our relationship so much that we started talking about a real 24/7 relationship, and again he said all the right things… that he understood what a huge part of me my submission was and that there was nothing wrong with me/it, that he was glad I could share it with him and that he wanted to be the Daddy who would fulfill everything I needed to feel whole. We incorporated small things into our daily life to see how it felt and after a month or so of practice wrote and signed a beautiful contract about three months ago.
But it’s not working, and it makes me feel so unwanted and rejected. I have given myself tonhom completely and he doesn’t fucking want me. I try so, so hard to please him and I am never praised. I try so hard to follow my rules and I am never praised (or very very rarely punished– and sometimes the punishments he does try contradict the rules of the contract). He says he cares and he says he is trying but I do not see it at all.
One of his responsibilities in the contract is to reward my efforts to please him with “good girl”, or code for good girl when the kids are around (two pats on the butt with “thank you”), promises of sexual acts to be given the same day (“thank you for such an amazing dinner, I’m going to fuck you so hard later”), and small gifts (chocolate, etc). I am almost NEVER rewarded. I’ve gotten the occasional “good girl” but the FEW I’ve gotten I’ve had to remind him “how are you supposed to thank me?” The regular “thank you”s that I get are completely bland and emotionless.
Two weeks in a row we have had a big fight over this now. He started a new job recently and is kicking ass there and is super appreciated. He received a huge compliment from his manager and text me to tell me about it. I was super proud of him and wanted to show it, so I bought him a sweet card and some of his favorite snacks and wrote dorky sappy stuff on the packaging. When he came home from work he just said “what’s this?” And barely said thank you and it broke my fucking heart. I fucking tried and it wasn’t good enough.
Yesterday I worked on a day I was supposed to be off, and while grocery shopping on my way home decided to bake cookies to please my Daddy. I got home and realized I was missing an ingredient so I had to gear back to the store. He called when I was leaving the second grocery store saying he was leaving work… which meant I had about 40 minutes. I hurried home, stressed about time and construction traffic, got home and started mixing, and realized I was short on flour! I ran to the next door neighbors, finally got the damned cookies in the oven, and scrambled to clean up so Daddy would not come home to a messy kitchen. I had most of it cleaned up… when he walked in the door (straight into the kitchen) I was so excited about the cookies that for a second I forgot about our ritual of him kissing me on the forehead first thing upon arriving home. He didn’t acknowledge the dozens of freshly baked cookies sitting on top of the oven and said a few things about traffic and work… and then goes “what are those for?” :/ when I said they were for him (which should be obvious as I never bake for anyone else and the kids are out of town right now), he gave me a very bland “thanks” and my heart sank. I went to finish up the dishes and my bottom lip started trembling and he came up behind me and gave me a unenthusiastic “I like when you make me things” and that was it. I left the room and cried and an all-night fight ensued. It was awful. I feel like I can’t do ANYTHING right, I feel like nothing I do is worthy of praise, I feel like if I was better/more attractive/more whatever he would be better to me.
But then sometimes I realize he’s just not naturally inclined to this like I am. And when these things happen he makes NO effort to understand my feelings of hurt and rejection, or to understand how truly powerful his words and actions are to me. I am starting to feel like our contract is detrimental to our marriage, because I am LIVING it and he is not, and I am living with constant disappointment. But I also know that this is how I need to live my life, and how do I reconcile that with loving and wanting and needing this man so, so very much?
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for hanging in there.
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