Its a strange old world. Life often doesn't turn out the way you dreamed it would.
12 years, 5 months and 16 days ago I married the man of my dreams. He was everything I ever dreamed of- Good looking, career minded, but above all the kindest most caring man you could ever wish to meet. There was nothing that Simon would not do for me and I felt like the happiest person alive!
Our wedding day was sumptuous! Planned to the second by my mother, who thought all her birthdays and Christmas's' had come at once and she had the opportunity to create the perfect wedding for her one and only daughter. We had the marquee on the lawn of the family home, the string quartet and even the fireworks at the end of the night - it was the perfect day!
Best of all I had the most gorgeous man I could ever have wished for. Life couldn't get much better. I felt more complete than I had ever done in my life.
We left for a three week honeymoon in Thailand and Singapore - the perfect newly weds, unable to keep our hands off each other and just happy to be in each others company.
Ive never loved anyone the way I loved Simon. A deep, burning love and a safe love - knowing someone will always be there for you.
Fast forward this to today and I wonder where it has all gone.
I understand that the first flush of the newly weds can not be expected to last, but by the second week of the honeymoon, the physical aspect of our marriage was waning but I was madly in love and just assumed that Simon was tired and things would improve once we were home.
Things didn't improve - but we got on great and he was affectionate and loving, but the sex became less and less frequent and in the first year of marriage, we only had sex a handful of times.
I don't remember when it really got bad - I mean after all, the sex when we had it, was amazing! Passionate and enjoyable and I know he really enjoyed it. Every time, we agreed we should have sex more frequently, but instead it dwindled and dwindled.
By some miraculous feat, I got pregnant the one and only time had sex in 1999 and then it stopped....
My attempts at getting Simon to confront his problems were falling on deaf ears. He totally refused to discuss it with me on any level. In fact, when i mentioned to him that we needed to talk about the situation, he would close his eyes, put his head back on the sofa and refuse to speak to me completely.
When pushed, he would threaten to leave me rather than confront whatever it was that was stopping all levels of intimacy in our marriage.
I threw myself into looking after our beautiful son and tried to forget about it.
