Married 36 years (58m). Love of my life. But…
My “love language “ is physical touch. Not just sex, but anything. A hug, a kiss, a hand on the neck, something that just feels physical.
But there’s nothing. Or very little. Maybe one hug and a little kiss each day.
Btw, her language is acts of service. I clean, do yard work, do laundry, cook often, always ask “what do you need, how can I help.”
She works hard teaching and is always exhausted and overwhelmed. I taught for 20 years so I get it. But come on. It’s April 1 and we’ve made love twice so far this year. We go to bed and she mumbles “good night “ and rolls over. She comes home from work and says hello without even looking at me. She works hard around the house and for our grown children. She is amazing and shouts HER love language all over the place. But mine? Nope.
I can’t cheat on her. It would break my heart and hers. I couldn’t be that disrespectful and mean. I could not throw away the years we have together. I can’t live without her, but I can’t imagine going on for too many more years like this. I dream about other women, but it makes me sick to think about actually acting on it.
What do I do? What have you done? Am I alone in this?