I thought that marriage would change things for the better, despite the warnings from friends about how intimacy often fades after saying “I do.” I held onto the hope that he would evolve, that I would be enough, and that our bond would ignite his desire. Yet, the reality was starkly different.
For years, I felt isolated in our relationship, while he seemed perfectly content, lost in the company of countless women—idealized, flawless figures, available at the click of a button. On countless weekends, he would retreat to the spare bedroom of our Chicago apartment, hours slipping away as he indulged in online adult content, while I remained on the outside, feeling increasingly invisible.
I was his girlfriend, his fiancée, and then his wife, still maintaining my youthful appearance, yet it felt as if he looked right through me. Much like the character in the musical Chicago, I felt like a shadow in my own home, unnoticed and unacknowledged. The affection we once shared dwindled to nothing—no kisses, no cuddles, no simple gestures of love. Those early days, when he couldn’t get enough of me, faded quietly, and I convinced myself it was just the natural ebb and flow of a long-term relationship. But the affection never returned.
I voiced my concerns, shedding tears and pleading with him to reconsider his habits. I expressed how profoundly lonely it made me feel, how it chipped away at my self-esteem and sense of attractiveness. He, however, refused to see his frequent viewing of adult content as a problem that affected our dwindling intimacy.
He is, in many ways, a wonderful man—an excellent father, a diligent worker, and my closest friend. It often felt absurd even to contemplate ending our marriage over something that seemed so trivial, especially when society teaches us that sexual attraction may not be the cornerstone of lasting partnerships.
Over the years, I attempted to set small, attainable goals. I asked for simple gestures: a kiss goodbye, an arm around me during outings, or holding hands in front of our kids, to demonstrate a healthy relationship. He promised to try but never followed through. It’s not just about the actions; it’s about the need for him to be reminded to show me affection. I resonate with the sentiment from The Break-Up, where one character expresses that it’s not enough for her partner to help with chores; she wants him to want to help. I shouldn’t have to remind my husband to desire me or feel affection for me.
I believed that such feelings were a given. I didn’t sign up for a life of loneliness, sitting just inches away from someone who feels like a roommate. I want the intimacy, the warmth, the love that comes with a true partnership.
While friends share their struggles of fatigue or infrequent intimacy, I watch others bask in affectionate gestures from their partners—casual touches, lingering gazes, and spontaneous kisses. They find ways to connect despite busy lives. Meanwhile, I find my husband making excuses, yet he still manages to spend hours indulging himself in fantasies with other women, leaving me feeling inadequate and overlooked. When he sees me, I feel like mere cellophane—transparent and devoid of passion.
I fear that my future holds the same loneliness and emotional distance I’ve faced for the last 16 years. I am left questioning my own worthiness.
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