The unfairness of this all (besides the obvious) is that this sexless marriage has been due to his ED problems and I have been supportive and remained FAITHFUL for all of these years.
We waited to have sex until we got married, and found out on our wedding night that he was unable. We never made love on our honeymoon. It took a month before we consumated our marriage and it was over in ten seconds. Our first time was not special. It was stressful and filled with disappointment. There have been times when certain medications worked, but not for long. We were always back to square one - frustration. Yet, I remained faithful.
He said he never knew he had ED. I find hard to believe for a man to not know that, but ok. Whatever.
I did my best to be a supportive and patient wife. I loved him so much, I would never have left him over this. On the contrary, I sought out new medicines and specialists, doctors and clinics. I searched for answers way beyond his own searches for answers. I searched and searched for an answer until HE finally gave up.
During one rare successful span of time, we found a medication that worked and for a year or so, we were able to have sex and it was so wonderful, we used to cry, we were so overjoyed to be bonded like we dreamed of for so long. It was during this time that I got pregnant and we were over the moon. But at 12 weeks, I miscarried. The medication stopped working, and we were back to square one again. So much loss and heartbreak and frustration. That was my only pregnancy. And on a side note, the miscarriage was easier to accept and move past than his affair ever will be.
So, no children. No lovemaking. No fidelity. No love or affection. No safety or security. And now, probably, no marriage going forward. Not exactly the life we planned for ourselves on our wedding day.
At one point he told me, "We are never going to make love again and you are just going to have to accept that." To tell this to a wife is like telling her that she will never be loved again. It was a huge blow. And the irony of his statement is that at that exact same time, he was having perfectly fine sex with his mistress.
I certainly do think that pornography played a part in his life to fill that void for years (before he found his mistress, that is) and I have heard of "Porn Induced ED".
Before DD, I asked him if porn was a part of his life because it could be causing his ED, but he insisted that porn was not a part of his life. At the time I didn't know that he was sleeping with his other woman and so I believed him. I didn't know at that point that he was a liar. Now, months past DD, I think he very likely could have been incorporating porn into his life and had lied about it to me.
I grieve and grieve over the fact that this wonderful aspect of married life was denied us, which caused a huge wedge between us, neither of us feeling loved or desired.
I am enraged that there is a selfish whore thirty miles away who cured him of his ED problem.
I grieve that I was never enough.
I tell him often that I must let off some kind of hormone or pheremone that acts against his own hormones, causing him to be unable to perform. And in my utter humiliation and horror of this whole nightmare, we see now that it is true. It is me.
There is so much to grieve, I don't even know where or how to begin. Thanks for listening everyone.