I messed up, but I just realized the extent of which I messed up and destroyed my marriage.
To explain, I need to take you back to the year of 2015. I was in a relationship with my now-wife for a year. In the year 2015, my now-wife had a mental health breakdown that lasted for 6 months. She was awful, really awful and I thought about leaving her many times that year. She almost died, but when she did that, she went into a coma and it snapped her out of it. Suddenly, she was back to the person I loved.
It was scary, and this was the first time I had ever been with someone so severely mentally ill. She didn't beg me to stay. She told me she was going to move out of state to get some help, and she asked if we could just be friends. I insisted that we stayed together. I thought I could fix her.
For a year, she moved out of state and got some treatment. That year, we were apart, only talking through text. I started drinking more and hanging around my friends. My friends didn't like her because they saw what I went through, and I didn't really understand the whole mental health stuff. She told me she couldn't remember what happened during the time we lived together. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I know that she truly doesn't remember a thing about what happened during her breakdown and her last memory was of being assaulted by a guy before waking up months later from a coma. That happened 8 months before the coma. She doesn't remember getting engaged to me. She doesn't remember switching her major. She doesn't remember much at all from the time we lived together.
As I said, I drank a lot and listened a lot to my friends who did not like her. I was also dealing with my own pain from how she treated me. And I took it out on her.
When she came back in 2017, she was a little numb but I thought things would get better. She was on medication. I was focused on working and hanging out with my friends.
When we did see each other, I wanted to have sex. She was less enthused and rejected me for a year. I understand now that the medication she was on made her libido non-existent. I get it now. But I was dumb. And I was hurt. And my friends encouraged me to just stop trying. So I did.
2018, we moved in together and bought a house. She was still on medication. They kept upping the dose everytime she had outbursts of emotion and she eventually could not function to work from the side effects. So I was supporting us both. I wanted that. I wanted to marry her.
She threw herself into trying to make our relationship better. She tried to talk to me about what happened, but I wasn't ready to talk. She initiated dates for every 2 weeks. She initiated having sex once a week. She created a calendar to remember all these things. All she did was apologize.
I was stuck in my own pain. So I didn't see she was trying. I wasn't good. I called her names. I rejected her. I made her do all the work in our relationship. I was focused on getting high, drinking, and hanging out with my friends.
She had her own problems. She had outbursts, but then she would go numb. I didn't realize it was some severe side effects of the medication. I thought that if she had issues she would tell me, but she wasn't able to vocalize what was happening because she just stopped caring about what was happening to her.
The dead bedroom started with her, but I kept it going until 2024.
In 2021, we had our first child, mainly because of luck. In 2022, my wife got the correct diagnosis and became more herself again, with emotions, libido and all. And when she came off her old medication, I found out how much I hurt her. She felt rejected. She cried. She stopped planning dates. She gave up initiating sex. She gave up on us.
2023 - I fought with her more than anything. She was coming off medications and was dealing with a lot of family stuff, and I was a jerk. I wasn't supportive. I messed up.
2024 - She was done. She decided to move states without me. She told me that she couldn't keep being the only one who cared about the marriage and she was tired. I begged her to give me one last chance. I sold the house, moved with her. Things slowly got better. She wanted another child, so she initiated having sex.
2025 - She stopped initiating having sex because she got pregnant. We had our second child.
2026 - We haven't had sex since conceiving our second child. We are in marriage counseling. She says it's been 8 years of a dead bedroom. She says that unless we are trying for a kid, she doesn't want to have sex dangling over her head because I take it away so easily. I admit I am inconsistent with having sex. I admit that I fail at showing up for her when I am stressed. But I didn't realize the extent of her hurt.
I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to show her I am sorry. And I don't know how to get this back as a part of our relationship. Even when our marriage is doing well, she says she doesn't want to have sex. She says that the hurt runs too deep and unless she wants another kid, it will never happen again because I wasted her 20s. I can't figure out what to do to fix things when she doesn't want the intimacy anymore.
Help?