RelationshipFilter: How much does chemistry matter over the long haul? Or, please don't tell me this is my last AskMe relationship question. (Very long, very self-absorbed more inside)
I met the most wonderful person in the world in June via online personals. In August, I
flew out to meet him in Maui. It was perfect. I felt absolutely connected to him on a physical and emotional level; I was wildly sexually attracted to him; we talked about the future and I could completely see myself having a life with him, sharing children and making a home and being utterly completely happy--joyous--with it. We had sex the first night I was there and it was the best I've had; it only got better over the two weeks (until I got a UTI, but that's another story).
Then I flew back to Boston, he flew to Los Angeles, and then he got
hit by a car. Had surgery, recovered sufficiently to get his doctor's blessing (or, at least, his "Meh, sure.") to fly out here, and did so in early December.
So why aren't we happy?
Neither of us are. We've been having long discussions about chemistry and lack thereof; we don't "smell good" to each other (not that we don't bathe. Just that he describes some relationships he's had where the woman just smelled absolutely comforting and desirable. I, apparently, don't smell like anything to him, and neither does he to me.) The physical attraction has fizzled and sputtered out.
Rationally, intellectually, this should be an amazing relationship. Our long-term goals and philosophies match phenomenally well, we want the same things out of life and have the same outlook and can both see it being a very *good* relationship. We like each other's company; we're happy together; we mesh well in conversation and habits and quirks and preferences. He's everything I want in a man; I'm everything he wants in a woman. But...but...
It's good. Not great, just good. I look at the future we had planned in New Zealand, with a super kitchen for me to cook and bake wonderful things, and a garden, and a passel of kids running around blowing things up, and him working on his AI research (which has been going fantastic since he moved in with me), me writing and homeschooling and working on my projects, and I see it working. I just don't *feel* it.
He's in pretty much the same boat. He's been in a lot more relationships than I have, and this is the one that rationally he can see working the best in the long run. But the chemistry just isn't there.
Complicating everything is the number of variables:
- I'm working 9 to 6, doing most of the shopping and cooking (please, no diatribes about people carrying their weight; I volunteered and I love cooking--it's the one time a day when I'm content and focused), with little free time to myself to work on my writing (which isn't going anywhere anyway). This is opposed to me being on vacation in Maui, with nothing to worry about beyond which beach to go to today.
- I'm working 9 to 6, in a periodically frustrating/boring/stressful/annoying job with little emotional reward besides the ability to pay rent and to have cash to spare. I don't want to change jobs at the moment, because we're still discussing the possibility of me moving to NZ with him in June after my lease is up on my apartment, and it just doesn't seem worth it to go through the hassle of a job search to change positions for four months. If I were sure I was going to stay in Boston, I'd probably be looking--I have at least two friends/ex-coworkers with other companies who'd hire me in an instant at an equivalent or higher salary.
- He's still in pretty substantial pain from the accident and surgery; has an unhealed microfracture on the left posterior facet of c5 that his doctor in Boston has recommended a posterior fusion to fix. There's still a compression on the root of c6 that puts him in shoulder and arm pain. He doesn't want to have another surgery (and, from my understanding, the surgery and recovery from a posterior fusion are much, much nastier than from an anterior. The surgery would be to relieve symptoms only, in any case; he's no longer in danger of paralysis from the unstable fracture). This leaves me reluctant to touch/wrestle/play with him the way I normally would, and certainly plays into the issues with our sex life.
- I have pretty severe issues with doctors that are fucking with my head with him. I don't have a better way to describe it than he's been contaminated; I keep having un-memories and mini-panic-attacks about everything that's happened. Not helping is that I feel enormously guilty about not going to visit when he was sick/recovering.
- We both have standing issues with depression at a mild to moderate level--mine has been worse than his ever has, and I think we both are moderately depressed at this point. I'm not on meds anymore, and I don't want to be on them again. I am trying to exercise more regularly, which does substantially improve my mental state--but that involves getting up at 6.20a to do yoga before work, which means I'm exhausted by 10p, which means I see him for about four hours total a day--some of which includes cooking and eating and cleaning-up time. Which means there's no little chance to talk, or have sex, or cuddle, or whatever, before I'm dead sleepy and have to turn in.
- Our schedules are pretty off-set. He's doing independent research and his body clock is set so he gets up around 10 and goes to sleep around 2. So I'm coming home at 6 in the middle of his "workday", and I always feel like I'm interrupting--I hate it when people dump stuff on me at 2p at work, and my schedule is forcing me into the equivalent with him.
- I have and have had for the last several years an extremely depressed libido. I've been on a variety of pills over that time (currently on Seasonale) and suspect that they haven't been helping. I'm considering changing to a IUD to see if it improve the situation. But I'm very neurotic about getting pregnant, and so a bc method that's not almost 100% effective just isn't going to cut it psychologically with me.
- We're living in Boston in the dead of this (admittedly strange) winter. No sun, hard to get outdoor exercise.
The thing is--if I had never *felt* this working the way I did in Maui, I'd just chalk it up to a bad go and call it off. But I did. I saw this and I felt this and I wanted this and I saw it being perfect and exactly what I wanted. And now I don't. And I'm heartbroken. I don't know if it can get better, and if it's just all the other factors that are complicating the underlying issue of lack of chemistry--like this could work and we could be happy if I weren't stressed out and exhausted and depressed and he weren't stressed out and in pain and depressed.
We've talked about keeping with the current plan--we move to NZ and have a house and garden and kids and writing and AI research, and we both just have sex with other people. We've talked about calling it off entirely. We just don't know what to do.
So, Metafilter, what are your thoughts? What are your experiences? Have you been in a long-term relationship that worked despite mediocre or nonexistent "chemistry"? Does this fabled chemistry even exist (I've never felt anything like what he's talking about, so I don't know. I'm an intensely cerebral person--as is he--so it just doesn't jibe with what I know about how my relationships work)? Do we settle for a good-not-great relationship that lets us both be productive in other areas of our lives? Do all relationships eventually get to this lack-of-chemistry place and you just keep chugging on? Am I right in thinking--hoping--that the number of negative variables is outweighing the good *right now*, and this could change, and this could work? Or do I resign myself to passing on maybe the best thing that's happened to me, ever, and turn into a cat lady?
If this is the worst that this relationship can get, it's not bad. It's just not good, and it's not great, and the lack of good-or-greatness is not making either of us happy.
Our tagline right now is "I don't want to fuck this up if it could be great, but I don't want to prolong it if it's not going to be."
What the hell do I do? What the hell would you do?
posted by kcm at 8:27 AM on February 4, 2006