Ellexoh, I haven't been checking in recently, and only now I'm catching up. I'm so, so sorry for everything you've been going through.
You posted something upthread that reminded me of another stupid pointless argument I had with the brick wall of denial that is my husband.
At some point, I'd asked him what he thinks I get turned on by sexually. After all, I'm 63 and my first date with him was my 30th birthday, so I've been faithful to him for more than half my life, so he should have some clue about what I enjoy in bed. I said, "What would you do to get me in the mood?" He stood there, stupefied, and acknowledged that he had no clue. And that just says it all. I could easily tell you what I would do, back when we actually had a sex life, if I wanted to get him in the mood. But he has never once in over three decades, given a moment's thought to what I might want.
This was back when he was trying to manipulate the discussion, of course, so he could keep his cushy little fake marriage and his fun life on the side. So, at the time he was trying to reassure me that I"m still beautiful, that I'm lovable.
But that's simply not the case. I'm old, flabby, and unfuckable. So is he, but since only one of us is female, only one of us is pathetic and unwanted.
I point this out not to fish for compliments, but to get this much across: to everything, there is a season. Right? A time to reap, a time to sow. Well, in our lives, we fall in love when we're young and attractive, and then when we're old and disgusting and unfuckable, the person who fell in love with us still sees us the way we used to be, because when a man falls in love for real, he will always see the young beautiful face of the woman he loves, no matter how old you become. So if you're robbed of love when you're young and beautiful, you've lost the opportunity to "sow" when the season was "a time to sow". That means there's nothing left to "reap" when it becomes "time to reap."
Wow, that didn't exactly come out cheerful or helpful, did it? But that's what my husband doesn't understand about what he deprived me of. He just thinks of sex as a commodity. Three decades of living in the underworld subculture of the prostitution industry will twist you that way. All human intimacy becomes transactional.