Last night my husband and I were talking about various things. I’ve been less defensive and he’s been more open to talking to me.

For back story - we used to have sex 4-5 times a week. We’ve been married 14 years. We have 4 kids. Around our second kid he told me that we weren’t having sex often enough and my attitude (of not seeming into it and just going through the motions) was making him feel unloved/unattractive. At that point we were having sex like a couple times a month. I really put in the effort and we increased our sex to 4-5 times per week. I noticed about 5-6 years ago we weren’t having sex as frequently. Then we moved and the s*it hit the fan . We stopped having sex and he blamed it on anxiety/stress. But we never started having sex regularly after the stress went away.

When we got married I was around 160-165 (5’3 so a bit overweight, but nothing terrible). I’ve fluctuated quite a bit - my lowest being after the birth of our second and I was 139. I’ve typically hovered around 160 for the most part. After the birth of our 4th I was 170 and losing. I ended up putting on 50 lbs (and getting up to 220) which is fully my responsibility- I was doing a lot of stress eating in response to family crisis. I’m back down to 195 and have been working on weight loss for the last 2 years or so.

We basically stopped having sex 5 years ago. His choice not mine. He told me he didn’t know why but he didn’t have a sex drive. I asked him multiple times, “was it my weight”. No, no it was all him. Asked him to see a doctor (he wouldn’t), asked him if he was watching porn (he wasn’t at first)…

Last night he said he stopped looking at me sexually years ago. He had a sex drive just didn’t want to have sex with me because he just didn’t look at me like that. So everything adds up finally. That he won’t kiss me. There’s no foreplay when we do have sex. He says it’s my weight. But not just my weight - more or less that I would eat ice cream and such while being a higher weight.

I guess last night I was sort of shocked. This morning I feel embarrassed and ashamed. Hurt…

I guess I don’t even know what to think about all of it.

And there are things I feel so damn confused about. He’s brought up ice cream before (that’s my weakness). In losing weight I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve eaten ice cream this summer. We went out as a family to get ice cream and I didn’t get any. He’s like “oh you aren’t having any?” But in a concerned way - like he wanted me to get some. So we went out another time for a birthday and I got something small - he asked me “did you get some” to which I’m like “what’s the right answer? Maybe I shouldn’t have?”. It’s like - make up your damn mind! Ugh.