Forgive me for being sad when my intellectual side says I should be joyful. Joyful that my husband is fighting hard to push PCA out.
Unlike some, I am blessed to have my husband of 26 years beside me but my life is irreparably changed It has been a little over 14 months sine my husband and best friend’s PCA diagnosis.
Before then everything just seemed to be a given...our plans for a lifetime together fully set, a time where a glance across the room in that ‘come hither’ way of his could make my tummy drop like a school girls first kiss, a routine so predictable some may say boring but I say it was my rock .. my comfort.
Fast forward and today I feel barely a glimmer of my old self. I miss feeling like a woman, being desired..I pray the effects of the drug therapy, radiation and RP will heal and some part of our former lives will return.
I know that there are other ways to intimacy but one cannot manufacture a desire to engage when nothing about me triggers my husband sexual desires. If a physical interaction was all was after I am sure that need could be satisfied but today in some other means. However for him it all feels more like a chore which hurts even more..
Ladies, How do you cope? Where do you turn to? I could never share all this with my friends nor even expect them to understand the depth of my sadness. So instead, I hide ever so skillfully behind my forced smile, put myself into my work as best to the point of physical and mental exhaustion. This so when I sleep.. I avoid the reality of my selfish loneliness ...