Okay, so, it’s been bugging me for a while now, and I finally decided to dig into this whole “why doesn’t my fiance want to sleep with me” thing. It’s awkward, right? But it’s important, so here goes my little journey of figuring this out.
First off, I started by just observing. Like, when do we actually get close, and when do we not? I noticed that after long days at work, we’re both just zombies. No energy for anything, let alone getting busy. We just crash on the couch, watch some dumb TV, and then it’s straight to bed. Separately. Ugh.
Then, I tried talking about it. Yeah, awkward conversation alert! But I just asked him straight up, “Hey, do you feel like we’re not connecting as much in that way?” He kinda mumbled something about being tired and stressed from work. Okay, fair enough. I get that. Work can be a real soul-sucker.
We don’t feel the connection
- I tried to plan a date night. It is a fail attempt.
- He was too tired, and I understand.
- I felt I am not important.
So, I thought, maybe it’s not just about the physical stuff. Maybe we’re not connecting emotionally either. I mean, we used to talk for hours about everything, and now it’s just like, “How was your day?” “Fine.” “Cool.” And that’s it. So, I started making a real effort to just talk more. About anything, really. Like, I told him about this crazy thing that happened with my coworker, and he shared some drama from his office. It was actually kinda nice. We laughed, we chatted, we were like two people who liked each other again. And it was like a breakthrough.
I also realized I’d been kinda neglecting myself. I was so focused on trying to fix “us” that I forgot about “me.” So I started doing things I enjoyed again. You know, like painting again, meeting my friends, and having a good time. I did not know why I stopped painting, I just stopped it. I booked a yoga class, started running again (well, jogging, let’s be real), and just generally tried to be a happier, more fulfilled version of myself.
And guess what? It’s working. Slowly, but it’s working. We’re not exactly tearing each other’s clothes off every night, but there’s more cuddling, more hand-holding, and definitely more laughing. And yeah, we’ve had a few of “those” nights too. It felt great.
It’s still a work in progress, but I’m feeling a lot better about things. It’s not just about the physical intimacy, it’s about the whole connection. And I think we’re finally starting to find our way back to each other. It’s a long road, but hey, at least we’re on it together.
