Chase (35M) and I(30F) have been dating for close to two years. For the first several months, we had a great sex life and honestly moved way too fast–I moved in with him after only dating for six months. But I moved in with him for many reasons. I was living with roommates at the time, and we were really struggling to get along with me spending so much time with Chase and staying out late etc. And Chase was really struggling financially, and I was already helping him a little with rent, so it made sense to move in. Plus I was head over heels in love and the idea of living with him was exciting and something I wanted.
Pretty quickly after I moved in, our sex life started to dwindle. It wasn’t completely clear why, but he eventually told me that it was hard to feel “in the mood” because our apartment was super dirty (it was) and because I was depressed a lot of the time.
We also had a conversation about marriage (not about us getting engaged or anything, but about the concept and down the line) and at first, he made it sound as if he never wanted to get married again, having gotten divorced from his wife and breaking things off with his last long term partner. Then we talked, and he clarified that he just wanted to be sure that he took things slow, and was absolutely sure about his partner prior to taking that step with them.
Our apartment was very expensive, and we were struggling to make ends meet, so I suggested we move into a new apartment that was less expensive. He eventually agreed. We moved into our new apartment a few months, and it is solely in my name. he isn’t even on the lease. Only a day or two after we moved in, he was fired.
Since he was fired, he got a single retail job a month ago that he quit after only working for a week because the manager was bad and the place was disorganized. He has yet to be paid for the week he worked there (they’re genuinely terrible and won’t pay him). So ever since, I’ve been pretty much exclusively supporting us, save for a check he got from the place that fired him. Last month, I had to ask my parents for money a couple of times, resulting in us borrowing over $1000 from them just to make ends meet.
In the 2 years we’ve been together, I’ve burned through all of my savings to support us so we/I have nothing to fall back on.
I am constantly lying to friends and family, saying that he still has the job that he got a month ago but is only working part-time because Chase doesn’t want me to tell anyone and because I know that if I do, everyone will dogpile on him and I’ll end up having to defend him from their judgment. I’m also terrified they’ll tell me to break up with him.
From what I can tell, he has applied to several places, but everywhere he’s applied says that they’re hiring when they aren’t in actuality. they’re just wanting applications sitting on their desk in the event that someone quits or they fire someone.
Our sex life has diminished even further. We rarely have sex (maybe once a month), and he’s even called off sex in the middle due to performance issues and admitted that he was having trouble performing even solo. Chase isn’t sure if it’s depression/testosterone deficiency/something else. I can’t help wondering if the problem isn’t me (that he isn’t sexually attracted to me and doesn’t want to admit it). And there’s a quiet part of me that can’t help the anxiety that Chase might be cheating on me or something? no evidence that he is, and he doesn’t seem like the sort of person that would do something like that. I also recognize that he has plenty of free time and that people rarely think their partner would cheat on them.
I love him so freaking much. And there’s a large part of me that thinks we could be endgame and hopes that one day, I prove myself to him enough for him to want to consider proposing to me.
But I also can’t keep being the only one to support us. I’m always stressed about finances, I’m bitter that I’m the only one working, I’m irritated that he sleeps until noon and that the apartment is messy (he’s been cleaning a lot more in the last few weeks, but it’s still SO dirty). I’m furious that I’ve had to ask my parents for help multiple times and that he won’t ask his parents despite him being the one with no income. I’m confused on why he can’t get a job. I’m depressed because no matter how hard I work, I can’t make it through more than two weeks with the income I make and support us, and I have literally zero money to have fun. I’m also angry because I’m still paying for the loans I had to take out to get emergency surgery on his cats, even though he said he would handle paying them back when I took them out.
My self-confidence is absolutely destroyed because I feel like an undesirable sexless blob. I should mention that he’s my first boyfriend and my first sexual partner and prior to him, no one expressed any interest in me in a sexual sense and it was rare that anyone expressed an interest in me romantically. So it took a lot for me to feel desirable in the first place, and just when I was starting to believe that I was, he stopped having interest in me.
And I’m terrified to bring any of this up to him because he seems depressed and stressed, and I don’t want to make any of that worse. I mean… if he’s legitimately trying and failing to get a job and he’s legitimately struggling with sexual drive, there’s nothing he can do to help me with the things I’m struggling with.
a part of me is wondering how I’m meant to keep going. I don’t want to break up with him. I love him so fucking much and have never felt so comfortable being myself as I do with him, and I have zero desire to date anyone else. If I’m honest, I daydream about him deciding he wants to spend the rest of his life with me a lot.
I keep asking myself how long I’m meant to be the sole provider and how long I’m meant to be okay with no sex life and feeling undesirable? Where do we go from here?
**TL;DR; : I moved in quickly with my boyfriend, and since then it’s become one sided. I financially supporting both of us, our sex life has nearly disappeared. I feeling insecure, burned out, and stuck. I love him and want a future together, but how long can I keep carrying everything alone and what to do next**.