okay, I've been dealing with this for some time. Here is my situation.
I feel so guilty...fat...disgusting...and ugly all rolled up into one. New Year's eve was the last time that we attempted anything. I initiated (which it seems like I always do, and then he complains that I never do
) I don't have any lingere that fit me at this weight right now, so I tried to find the sexiest pair of underwear I own and put that on. Not to be too gross but my fat rolls actually HID the underwear!
uke: so, I went for the tummy tammer underwear...it's black and kind of looks sexy...it was so tight that we had to both fight to get it off! I was sooo embarased, and by the time we began I had no more interest...he has very little interest too, and I don't know why. He used to want me a lot more, and I don't know if he just became complacent in the act since I never wanted it for awhile, and now that I try to make an effort it's hard for him to break the mold
now, for the guilty part. I married my husband not for what he could do in bed, but for the fact that he makes me feel loved (most of the time). I was and, admittedly, still healing from a relationship that I need to get over, somehow. I was TOTALLY in love with this man, and, in bed, he did rock my world. Very rarely did I never have an orgasm with him (I wish I could say the same with my dh). But, he was an arrogant prick and decided that after two years of dating when all of our friends started pushing him to propose, he decides he doesn't "love me". I was absolutely devistated. And, a part of me still is. I love my husband totally, would never cheat, and I really really want that kind of sexual relationship with him. That's where the guilt comes in. I guess I want him to be someone or something he is not. Whenever I start thinking of my ex I try to remind myself what a jerk he was in other areas. Sometimes it helps. sometimes it doesn't.
I fantasize about a fantastic sex life with my husband. But whenever I attempt to bring that fantasy to life, 90% of the time something goes wrong. Either I can't get him in the mood...or I'm too tired, to more directly related things such as we get started but either he goes limp or I dry out prematurely. Something is definately wrong.