Hi all,
Bit of background, M and I met nearly 10 years ago when we were teenagers, casually dated for a while and then went out separate ways for a few years. Last year, we got back in touch, and began a whirlwind relationship. This man swept me off my feet. Texts to tell me I'm beautiful and loved every day, spending weekends together, planning a future that included children and marriage. It was my ideal relationship.
I knew he had depression and was medicated for it from the start, but his treatment was working and he was a happy fulfilled man.
Things started to change slightly right before we moved in together in December, and once we had moved, I felt like I was dating a different person. He became withdrawn, secretive, completely lacked a sex drive or any desire for affection or intimacy. I have enough experience with depression to understand that this can happen, and that there will be good weeks and not so good weeks. There's been no improvement in the past 2 months.
Last night, M told me our relationsip wasn't going to work out. We had a big discussion about how he doesn't feel attraction to anyone, that he just wants a life where he goes to work, comes home, sees his lifelong mates from time and time and provides a good life for his daughters.
He also told me he loves me, i'm his best friend, and he doesn't want either of us to move out. He said he never wants more children and doesn't want to get married.
When asked logistical questions such as, "Do we sleep in the same bed? Do we still kiss each other goodnight and good morning? What about when you've been drinking and your sex drive makes an appearance? What happens when you meet someone else?", he said he hadn't thought about it.
I walked away from that conversation unsure if my relationship was over or not. This morning, we got up, got ready for work (blotchy faced, red eyed & devastated) and kissed each other goodbye like we do every day.
I'm a bit lost. Any advise or stories would help.
