r/DeadBedrooms • u/Warm-Parking6683 • 6h ago
I (39M) miss being someone’s secret
There’s a kind of intimacy that goes beyond sex. That feeling when someone sees a side of you the rest of the world never gets to. A look, a private joke, the way your body fits together in a way that only makes sense when it’s them. That kind of intimacy? I haven’t felt it in years.
We’ve been together 15 years. We sleep in the same bed. Share groceries, bills, vacay plans. But the spark’s long gone. We haven’t touched in almost 18 months. There’s no flirting. No stolen glances. Just a lot of logistical conversations and dead air.
I don’t even miss the sex as much as I miss being desired. The feeling of someone leaning in close and whispering something only meant for me. A shared world no one else gets access to. That used to make me feel chosen, and needed. Looking back, it made me feel actually alive.
Now, I just feel like furniture. Functional. Familiar. Safe. But not seen.
I try to stay present. I don’t raise my voice, don’t pick fights, don’t pressure her. I’ve tried therapy (30 sessions), journaling and reading. I’ve tried being romantic, being patient, being understanding. I’ve tried being absent, too, just to see if that changed anything. And it didn't.
I’m not here to rage about her or dump a list of grievances. I still love her. I just feel like I disappeared somewhere along the way and no one noticed.
Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be someone’s secret again. To have a moment so intimate and electric, you carry it around all day like a spark in your pocket.
My therapist asked me to write a letter to myself and while I didn't think it profound at the time I wrote, "The house is full, the bed is warm, but I've never felt more alone". He picked up on it and it's a line I now let sing on 'repeat' in my head, all day and all night. Sobering.