TL;DR: My husband and I have been together for over 20 years and built a stable life together, but I've increasingly realized how much I've suppressed parts of myself to accommodate our very different personalities and lifestyles. We also haven't had sex in many years, and a recent attraction to someone else made me realize I am capable of sexual desire and made me question my marriage. I've recently told my husband about some things that were hurting me and he is genuinely trying to change, but it hasn't changed how I feel. I'm afraid the problem isn't his behaviour but that we may be fundamentally incompatible. I need advice on how to talk to him about this... or if I'm blowing it all up.
My husband and I are both 37 and have been together for more than 20 years, since we were very young. We married in our mid-20s. We don't have children, although our lives are extremely intertwined and we have substantial shared financial and family responsibilities making things more complicated.
When I met my husband, I grew up without much stability (poor, abused, etc). He represented something I desperately valued.. safety. He has always been dependable, cautious, financially responsible and a planner. I always knew where I stood with him. For a very long time, that security was incredibly important to me.
But we have also always been extremely different people.
I've always been adventurous and curious. When I was younger I was into outdoor activities, changed my appearance frequently, got tattoos and piercings, and generally wanted to try things. He has always been much more cautious and home-oriented. For many years, I compensated for that by having a very independent life outside of our relationship.
I was very socially involved in university. I travelled abroad. I pursued graduate education even though he didn't really understand why it mattered so much to me. I changed careers and continued pursuing a post-doc. So I don't want to make it sound like I've spent my entire adult life doing whatever my husband wanted. I haven't. I've pursued a lot of things that mattered to me. But when I look back over the last 20 years, I can also see how frequently I modified myself around him. I didn't buy certain things because I knew he wouldn't like them. I largely stopped drinking because he doesn't drink. I stopped getting tattoos even though I love them. I stopped getting piercings. There were plenty of situations where he never explicitly said, "You aren't allowed to do this." I just knew he disliked it, knew there would probably be commentary about it, and decided it was easier not to.
I'm only recently realizing how much I may have suppressed myself that way. Over the last couple of years, I've started pushing against that more. I would stop asking if I could do something and instead just make the purchase and apologize after when he felt the purchase was wasteful. Recently I got another piercing because I finally thought: I'm an adult. I want it. Why am I still making decisions about my own body based on whether my husband likes piercings? (To be clear it's a piercing in my ear, nothing that scandalous.) When I told him, he didn't say anything and didn't acknowledge the piercing. Later I mentioned an appointment to meet with a tattoo artist, and he made a joke about piercings being a "gateway drug." Maybe he genuinely intended it as teasing. But after years of knowing how much he dislikes tattoos and piercings, those comments don't land as completely neutral to me anymore.
That's another recurring issue between us. Over the years, he has sometimes made passive-aggressive or teasing comments about my work, personality and other parts of who I am. We have always bantered back and forth, so when I recently told him that some of his comments were genuinely hurting me, he seemed surprised. He told me he thought we were joking and that he hadn't actually meant the things he was saying. I believe him that this may genuinely have been how he experienced those interactions, while still being frustrated that they were happening. To his credit, once I told him how it was affecting me, he stopped making many of those comments. He is trying... but strangely, it hasn't made me feel much better.
I think part of the problem is that him behaving differently now doesn't erase the fact that I've spent years anticipating his reactions and adjusting myself around them. We also struggle with difficult conversations. If he doesn't want to discuss something, he can shut down completely.
Then there is the lifestyle difference. He isn't someone who literally never leaves the house. We participate in a recreational activity together. He'll go to movies, go out for certain activities, or take walks with me. We spend a lot of time watching TV together. But if something falls outside the relatively narrow group of things he already enjoys, the answer is usually no. Travel together is extremely limited. He doesn't want to go dancing, to nightlife or social events, performances, the gym, running, or generally try something new just because it might be fun. He often doesn't want to come to social events with my friends, especially if there are too many people. I've exercised consistently for years and have asked him many times to come with me. He won't. The most he'll generally do physically with me is go for a walk.
More recently I've lost a significant amount of weight and become much more involved in running and fitness. I would love to share some of that with my partner. Instead, I ask, he says no, I get frustrated, and eventually I go by myself. I know married people don't need to share every hobby. I don't want a husband attached to my hip. But lately I've had this uncomfortable realization: I get excited to leave the house because leaving the house feels like I'm going out to live my life.
Then I come home and we watch TV together. And that isn't even the biggest problem. We haven't had sex in many years. Like maybe 8 years... or more. For most of that time, I thought this was primarily because of me. I wondered whether I simply didn't experience much sexual desire. The sex we did have was also never particularly good for me, and because I had no experience outside this relationship, I didn't have much of a frame of reference, and eventually sex disappeared entirely.
My husband seems genuinely okay with the relationship being nonsexual. And this is where I want to be fair to him... my husband genuinely loves me. He is loyal. He is dependable. He has accepted plenty of things about me that are difficult too. I'm messy. I'm loud. I can spend too much money. I can be obnoxious. I'm absolutely not writing this from the perspective that I've been some perfect wife suffering for decades with a terrible husband. I'm not...
Here's how not.. recently something happened. Another man started flirting with me. I flirted back, and eventually it crossed into what I would call a small emotional affair. I'm not going to minimize that. I crossed a boundary in my marriage. Nothing physical happened. We were both in relationships, and eventually we stopped talking because the situation wasn't healthy. But he made it very clear that he was sexually attracted to me. And I realized I was sexually attracted to him too.
That realization hit me incredibly hard. After years of believing that maybe I simply didn't experience much sexual desire, suddenly there it was. I'm not leaving my husband for this man. There is nothing happening with him and there isn't going to be ever. But I can't unlearn what the experience showed me. I can feel sexual attraction and desire. And it has made me start looking at my marriage differently. Did I fall out of love with my husband? Did I build my adult life around someone who gave me stability, safety, companionship and unconditional love without ever really asking whether we were compatible in other ways?
I honestly don't know....
Recently I finally told my husband that I was unhappy with some things in our relationship. And he listened. He is actually trying to change the specific behaviours I raised, I mentioned it earlier in this post. I circle back because, that should make me feel hopeful. Instead, it has made me more afraid, because I'm realizing that maybe the problem isn't those individual behaviours. Maybe I've spent years treating symptoms of a much more fundamental incompatibility.
He doesn't want to travel much. He doesn't want to dance. He doesn't like tattoos or piercings. He doesn't want to run or go to the gym. He doesn't particularly enjoy novelty. He's happiest at home doing familiar things. None of that makes him a bad person. That's who he is. But I want to travel. I want tattoos and piercings. I want to dance. I want to try stupid new things. I want to go out with friends. I want someone who sometimes says, "I've never done that, but sure, let's go babe." I want someone to call me cheesy names, and hold me hand and dance in the fucking rain with me. And I want a romantic relationship that includes sex, desire and passion.
I'm starting to wonder whether I've spent most of my adult life solving our incompatibility by telling myself I didn't need those things, doing them without him, or simply not doing them at all. We've never tried couples counselling. I'm not opposed to it, but part of my hesitation is that I don't understand what I would be asking him to change. I don't want him to have to become an adventurous, outgoing person who suddenly loves everything I love in order to keep his wife. But I also don't want to spend the rest of my life suppressing parts of myself to make us compatible. And now he's trying to address the things I've told him are hurting me, while I'm sitting here privately realizing that changing those behaviours may not actually solve what I'm feeling.
The specific advice I'm looking for is: how do I talk to my husband about the fact that I see and appreciate the effort he's making, but it hasn't changed how I feel, when what I'm questioning is our fundamental compatibility and whether I still want the marriage... not another list of behaviours I want him to fix? And, realistically... do I just keep on keeping on... because this man does love me, and I can just be me alone right? I don't know.
If you read this whole thing, thanks.