how I became, a celibate wife.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been a very sexual person. I remember exploring myself and male playmates, when I was as young as 4 years old. Does that make me weird? Probably…
I’m second to youngest in a large catholic family. We went to mass every Sunday, sang all the songs and learned all the prayers. We didn’t have overly affectionate parents, but they weren’t weird about it either. I remember seeing them hug and kiss on occasion. Mom was always a bit more demure than Dad, but that was just her personality. I remember having conversations with my mother as I fought through my teenage years, talking about “abstaining” and “being chaste” it this wasn’t something I put into practice… I actually gave up my virginity at thirteen, but mom didn’t need to know. However, when I turned up pregnant at seventeen, I could no longer pretend.
My first husband and I married just in time for our first child to arrive. Much to my parents’ dismay, our marriage was short lived, but I can honestly say that sex, was never an issue for us. We found ourselves expecting baby number two, before baby number one had reached a first birthday. As my marriage disintegrated, I found my identity in the beds of other men. I told myself that I was fine, even though my ex husband didn’t want me, there was always someone else who did.
Then I met the man I will spend the rest of my life with. When we first met, I came after him like a hurricane, blowing through anything and everything to get to him. He had no idea what to do with a girl like me. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I wasn’t the least bit shy about telling him. We fell in love instantly, and I don’t believe for a second that either of us has ever looked back.
I love him. Fiercely. He is my soulmate, my best friend and the other half of my heart. This man has loved me through it all. We’ve been married for right around 13 years, and we are just completely nuts over each other. The love that we have is unconditional, unwavering and unending. This is the man I will walk beside for the rest of my days. He is everything that I could have ever dreamed of, for myself. He is patient and kind, generous and caring, he is not jealous or distrusting. He always encourages me to chase my dreams, fickle as I may be! His support of me and my crazy ideas, is infinite. He never doubts me, and only loves me. He has never so much as raised a hand to me, never glanced at another woman, never remarked on my fluctuating weight or neglectful personal grooming… He is PERFECT.
Except for one thing.
My husband is completely sexually impotent. Not only is this a physical inability, but his interest in sex is virtually nonexistent as well. (more on that later) It’s been a little over four years.
You might think that this isn’t a big deal… it’s only sex. You’ve got the whole package, and you’re just worried about sex? What kind of monster are you!? Right? Well I’m a human one, a female human monster. With a sexual appetite that rivals even the most prolific porn star. Married to an amazing man, who is completely and totally uninterested in sexual relations.
But I refuse to let sex ruin my marriage.
I’ve looked all over the internet for articles, or another blog, somebody who lives with erectile dysfunction and has found a way to make a sexless marriage work. The problem is, I can’t find anyone. There are plenty of blogs about recovering from a sexless marriage, open marriages, cheating spouses and secret affairs. Porn addictions and closeted homosexuals living in what they deem an acceptable heterosexual lifestyle… Spoiler alert! They all end in divorce. I can’t let that happen. I love this man. He shouldn’t be forced to spend his life alone, just because he cant get it up! He didn’t ask to become impotent, this was not a choice.
The goal for this blog is to break down the wall of taboo, we can’t be the only ones struggling to make a sexless marriage work. My hope is to find, explore and share ways to experience intimacy, when sexual intimacy is impossible. I plan to be very open, and possibly a little too much at times. I hope that someday we can shine a light on this issue, and stop living in shame. I’ve spent the last four years suffering in silence, unable to talk to anyone about how it feels to sleep next to my husband… every night… and not be touched, or desired.
Its not our fault, and it shouldn’t have to be a secret.
I’m sharing anonymously in an attempt to protect my children and husband from any embarrassment that they may feel with regard to this subject.
I believe that God gives the heaviest burdens to His strongest soldiers. Above all, I hope to make this fight a little easier for someone else.
If that’s at all possible.