I know EXACTLY how you feel.
I met a 'ler on here and through PM's, emails, chats and phone calls a romance budded and thrived. What more could a 'lee ask for than to find a 'ler for a lifemate? I moved closer to be with him and eventually we moved in together.
It was great at first. Not only did we have a great relationship, but there were tickles all the time. Then, the "sessions" stopped and the casual tickles remained. Eventually, even those dwindled down to a few pokes and prods here and there.
The sex went the same way, until it would be only once every two months.
I tried to revive this fast flagging relationship. I would pleasure him while he watched his vids hoping to keep spice in things. I included his love of his vids in our sex life and would forsake my own satisfaction hoping that by focusing on him more than me that he wouldn't feel pressured (I was grasping at straws by this time). But although I was indulging him, it was not being reciprocated. He was getting a healthy sex life from me manually, orally and even with footjobs (which went well with his foot fetish) while I was stuck buying batteries and relying on my toys for my sex life.
I had no idea what went wrong. It wasn't like we were fighting, heck, the whole time we were together I cannot recall an arguement. We got along fantastic. In every other aspect of our relationship, everything was fine. It was just the sex and tickles. I missed that and wanted that back in our lives.
I tried to talk to him about us and tried to find out what was wrong, asking what I could do that would get back what we had, and he would either change the subject or just not say anything at all.
It was pretty frustrating.
Then I started paying attention. And even though it went against everything I believe in, and literally made me hate myself for a while, I started snooping.
I love the way computers store sites that a person has visited. All I had to do was check his history. I did that. I did that every day for four months. It seems that every morning as I was still sleeping, he would get online and visit not only the TMF, but a few other sites as well. Some were sites for vids, some were sites of foot pics, others were pics of nude or half nude girls. Each and every day.
It's not like I'm hideous, I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, I have average looks, but I couldn't begin to compete with the young, taught, perky girls he was looking at. Gravity does take it's toll after a few decades, and after having a few kids, the old body just isn't what it used to be.
During that entire time, the tickling stayed sparce and almost non-existant and the sex was still once every two months.
That was when I realized that even though he had a 'lee right there, a 'lee willing and ready almost twenty four hours a day (I have to sleep sometime), and even though he had a woman who was not afraid to experiment and be spontaneous in the bedroom (or the living room, or the dining room or the car, or the lake...etc.) he would much rather watch his vids and rub one out in front of his computer than to touch me.
Not only that, but he was asking for and receiving pics from girls on here and everywhere else.
That was enough for me. I never said a word during those four months, nor did I change the way I treated him. We still joked and laughed, we still watched movies and went places together. I still indulged him hoping that one day I would check and those sites wouldn't be there. But they always were.
That was enough for me.
During this whole time, all I could think of were the guys on here and how a lot of them would give their left nut to have a 'lee in their lives, and here he was with one and he was ignoring her.
I'll be the first to admit that I am not perfect, no one is, but if he wasn't happy with me, then why did he just not tell me so that I could move out and we both could move on? Why not let me go if I was of no interest to him anymore?
So, here I am, single once again. Unfortunately, I have had the experience of living with a 'ler. Maybe the end was pretty pathetic, but the beginning was absolutely wonderful. After that, I know that if I am going to have a man in my life, either he is going to be a 'ler, or I will remain single. It's as simple as that. I'm just hoping that the next (if there is a next) won't prove to be like the first.