We haven’t had sex since last November. For the last 3 weeks I’ve started flirting, sending sexy and complimentary texts through the day, then I tried initiating last week. We had a few glasses of wine, and I (late 20s F) told him (low 30s M) that I wanted to have sex. He said no. When we got our little one to sleep, I tried again by touching and kissing him, and whispering that I wanted to sneak into a different room and have some fun. Again, the answer was no because “he needed to clean up down there, but tomorrow yes” So, I tried the following evening. The answer was no. Then I tried again the night after that, three nights in a row - the answer was no.

Fast forward a week and we get to last night - I had a total meltdown. I told him I wanted to have sex and he said no again. And I started bawling. And I got every excuse in the book, and a total run around conversation. I was so freaking pathetic, y’all. I was ugly crying with makeup running down my face. Begging for an answer of why I’m so unfuckable. ITS BEEN A YEAR. And I said the breakdown over the last year has completely deteriorated my self esteem and desire to even be here postpartum, it’s just too much. So he yelled at me to get out. And that he wants me to move out and he’d rather pay child support and see our kid less than have to keep dealing with me. I’m honestly excited to go and finally get laid once I move out… but I really wanted it to be with him. He crushed my soul but he didn’t break my heart if that makes sense?