Hi all. I think this might be my first post on this page. I'm in a few other groups as well.
First off, I'm a 48 year old male. I've been married for 12 years and have an 8 year old son.
I was a virgin when I met my wife. We really connected when we first met, which was around 3 years before we were married. She really wanted children I didn't. We talked more and I did what I'm really good and and went along (said "yes" rather than "no"). We tried and couldn't get pregnant. I thought, to myself, YES! Soon after trying IV for about a year and stopping, we go pregnant. I was ok, I think, with it.
About 10 years ago, I was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease. I eventually went on dialysis and then received a transplant 5 years ago, only to find out a virus got to the kidney and damaged it. It still works, not great, but it has kept me off dialysis, which is great.
I went on treatment to get rid of the virus (still not totally gone) and eventually developed all these "cysts" on my face, chest, back, and genitals. I also developed hidradenitis suppurativa under my arms and some flair up in my groin. I apologize, but it's been a fucking ride.
I needed to have foot surgery last year and just had rotator cuff surgery in the beginning of February. OMG, probably the worst recovery every, and I basically just started!
In between that, my wife was laid off and decided she wanted a career change, which I totally support. She has been going to DeVry online.
My son has developed emotional/behavioral/separation anxiety.
My wife and I had an argument today. I'm sure I will lose on this, even here. I had asked if she could "pleasure" me. Sex probably won't work because of my arm and her weight. She knows I love when she's willing to "do" me. She rarely does anymore, nor do we have sex much anymore.
She always tells me that we have tomorrow, or another time, etc. I was off work for 3 weeks for my arm, and then got the stupid flu and had to be off this week until Thursday.
So there has been ample time for her to say "ok, screw it I'll give you what you want". But no, she's never in the mood.
So this has several effects on me. One, I'm not a great looking guy, and obviously I have a lot of health problems, but I do work full-time and usually have a decent amount of energy. So I'm not a total waste. Though I'm not all that well endowed, and please don't tell me every guy wants to be bigger because every guy that says that is likely bigger than me. Still, I think it works ok and does the job.
I have BDD, I used to see a psychologist about a lot of things and my "size" was high on my list.
Having said that, imagine when she keeps rejecting me and I think then she really doesn't like my body! She's had way bigger and like I said, I was a virgin, she had a good amount of partners.
So that's one point of the argument we had today.
The second I have been upset and disappointed that she had been out of work for well over a year now and our house is an absolute disaster. You can't eat at the fucking dinner table because it's full of crap she puts down and never puts away or throws away (along with our son). NO, I do NOT have anything there, I put my stuff away immediately. I have an office in the house which is messy, but I'm the only one who uses it.
I've enough time off between the 6 weeks for my foot last years and almost 4 weeks this year and am really upset that there is so much time she could be so productive in cleaning the house. I want to have our neighbors over or my son's friends, but we can't.
I know exactly what you're thinking, well, what am I doing, sitting on my ass? No, I'm working a full-time job have have done so every day since I was 15. The job I'm at now is only my THIRD job! I spent 3+ at my first, 19 years at my second, and now 11 at my third.
I enjoy working hard, and believe me, I don't mind at all doing any housework. I've done it all in this house.
Though I know I can be a jerk and asshole but have worked hard to support this family and frankly I'm tired and feel like I just want to die. I can't stand any of this anymore. I never in my wildest dreams imagined this life. I know no one does, but I'm talking about me and now.
I sometimes hope one of my health issues will allow me to die, I can't commit suicide because then my family doesn't get any life insurance, and no, I don't want to leave them with zero. I don't make a lot of money, but through work and my old credit union from my last job, they should be able to pay off the house, bills, and be ok.
I don't know what to do, how to feel, I'm at the end.