Before my SLAWH's A, we mainly argued about sex. I think I'd have been well-matched with most men, but with an addict? Nah. Of course, we didn't know that then. So he thought I was frigid. And I thought sex several times weekly (especially while raising 4 little ones, closely spaced, recovering from 2 c-sections, nursing all 4 for a year each, and pretty much being a single mom [he was in the military, then in grad school]) was evidence that I wasn't uninterested in sex. And I practically never said no. Even when tired, I was "involved." Kissing, stroking, hugging. Often, though, I was too tired to work for an "O" myself. Seems like that should have been OK if I was participating. But . . .
Women in porn are ALWAYS interested. They always wear lingerie. They always look fabulous. They're always ready. They always climax. They always have come-hither eyes and words and movements. They NEVER say no. They never wear boring underclothes to bed. They never say, "as soon as I . . . wash the dishes, fold the clothes (so I don't have to iron them), change the baby's diaper, finish what I'm doing, after I shower." They never have a cycle. They never are exhausted. They never have their feelings legitimately hurt.
So if your (talking mainly to men here) views of what sex should and shouldn't be are based on porn, then take a break (forever would be nice) from it.
Alyssa, I understand your feeling about your H equating a dish-washing session with sex. Mine did so little around the house that whenever he did lift a dish, do you know what I thought? Yep. He expects sex tonight. Instead of getting me in the mood, it made me resentful. Why didn't I deserve a helping hand even when he wasn't horny? He worked 8-5; I worked 24/7. I was never able to effectively communicate that to him. So I agree with the other posters that you can argue about this the rest of your lives or you can go to a therapist. You were "in the mood" with your AP likely because of the ego kibbles and the infatuation. Those are like "cheat codes;" they don't exist in a long-term marriage--no matter how loving. There needs to be a different solution.
For us, before I knew about his A or acting out but when I knew he was seriously contemplating the end of our M, I decided that--even though I thought the problems in our sex life originated in his SA (we've known about it for 8 years)--the problem needed to be solved. And he was too apathetic at that point to try. So if I wanted to save my M, I needed to do the heavy lifting at that point. Since, compared to porn stars, I felt fat and ugly and dowdy and matronly, it was painfully uncomfortable and unsafe for me to wear lingerie, to initiate sex, to be intimate with the lights on or in the daytime. So my fitness freak son became my gym buddy and I got to work on fighting my own demons. Again, my WH's SA was the source of my self-esteem problems. I might safely say that most non-SA men would have found me beautiful. But I didn't think he did. Because of what he did. So I needed to get to a point where I could be less vulnerable.
My experiment paid off. It communicated to my WH that--in the midst of his shame/guilt--I was acknowledging a part in our problem and a willingness to make changes. Your gamble might be going to a sex therapist. Buying a sex toy. Asking him to stay and cuddle with you after intercourse or to go for a walk or to watch a chick flick or to go out for ice cream together or to rub lotion on your feet or to shower together. Reading books on sex (if you haven't already). Exploring, with your IC, what methods you might use to heighten your libido (a vitamin? an anti-anxiety med? a weekly massage? mood music? candlelight?).
It sounds like your H is trying but he doesn't understand. He knows that doing something nice for you (housework) should prompt your gratitude (sex). Instead, he needs to know that consistently practicing simple, loving acts (picking up his dirty socks, hanging up his wet towel, clearing his dishes, kissing you good-bye and farewell, coming home from work with a small container of your favorite ice cream, sending you an e-mail with "I Love You" in the subject line) will heighten your feelings of affection and encourage you to express them (intimacy). I don't "do" thank you sex. If so, I'd be sleeping with the garbage man, the pest control guy, and every mom in my children's carpools!!!
Good luck to you, Alyssa, and to all of the rest of us here in SI-land. This is SO not pretty. But the glimpses I'm getting of a better way of life and a brighter future are truly exciting.
[This message edited by RippedSoul at 9:03 PM, August 15th (Friday)]