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One evening I was cruising around a mommy group that I had joined. My friend casually stated something about having sex. We had gone through rough patches and smooth patches and back to rough patches. This always made him feel rejected and undesirable. I am a Mama with her eye on the prize so I suck it up and make it happen. I have my agenda permanently out on the table to mark the days of my cycle. Please send me your baby vibes so we can do all this over again. I was relieved in the moment, but the anxiety just continued to build when I left. She said “yes, and I think it’s even better now because I am a bit tense about it.” So, not only has she been having sex she been enjoying it and not only has she been enjoying it she has been enjoying it more than before giving birth? My husband and I had open conversations about this. As with any long-term relationship sex had been a topic of discussion before. Sometimes I would go long periods of time not wanting to. Even 14 months postpartum I still have little desire to have sex, but we have been actively trying to conceive since about 6 months postpartum so it happens on a regular basis. I am not exactly the same down there, but it’s good.It seems some of the commenters took exception to this because of what turned out to be going on behind the scenes. So I take exception to some of the comments that suggested this was untrue or that I was being naïve.Just because this was going on, doesn’t make what I said any less true. Anyway, I did take your advice and go to my manager. Thankfully the timeline on when I found out to when I told him never came up, so he wasn’t aware that I took so long to tell him. When Jack turned 4-6 weeks old I was flabbergasted that people were expected to be ready to have sex. The thought of something going in my vagina seemed just as traumatizing as the experience of a baby coming out. He wanted nothing for me but to be comfortable, healed and happy.
He moved out for a few months, we co-parented our boys (now ages 4 and 6), we drafted a legal separation agreement. Given reality, given our children and our family and our professional dreams and so on, my life, as it is today, is better/easier/more supported with him than without him. And I don’t know what more to expect, or how to think about all of this.
I saw the big picture, and it was complicated, sobering. At first, the relief of reconciling was wonderful and I thought that the separation was really the last ingredient of moving past all this, and being happy again. And he’s a better man, father, and spouse for all that we have struggled together. Its either accepting this sadness and moving forward with what is otherwise good, or going through the pain, complication, and destruction of a divorce, a two-home co-parenting relationship, of introducing (eventually) new people, new family systems, into this increasingly complicated situation, a greater financial burden…
Its been two months and I’m back to trying to wrap my head around this marriage. The man he is today is a kind, loving, generous, sweet, intelligent, successful man. And he is the father of my children, and a good father. We don’t have to sell the house, our home remains intact. On the other hand, I see the marriages of my friends and family members and, while they are not perfect and while I know that I can never really know what goes on in other marriages, there is a sort of… You know that feeling like, if you could do it all over again, of course you’d marry him? That you just accept him for all he is, and he accepts you, and that is what love is?
Also known as the duck bill, evil clamp and car jack.
However, we still had to deal with the logistics of it. Even if I could muster up some desire when would this happen? Even if I wasn’t going to tear any stitches anymore why did I feel so… My skin was healed, but there was still so much going on down there.