Sexually Frustrated

I am super freakin frustrated right now. Basically - my live-in boyfriend does not seem to want to have sex with me. A little background - I am a hot 29-year-old who looks about 21, and he is 45.

Before I moved in with him, we had sex 1-3 times a week, on the weekends when we saw each other. Now that we live together, I am lucky if we even have it once a week. I have talked to him about my concerns, and despite a trace amount of effort on his part here and there, the problem has not gone away. He is always tired, or has a stomach ache, or is congested, or some other tired old man excuse. On my 29th birthday this summer he did not give me sex because his stomach hurt. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." But he never did.

Normally we have sex about once a week, initiated by me. The sex is always pretty good and he seems to enjoy it, so I don't understand why we don't have it more often. I have discussed my frustrations with him. Told him I'm sick of being the one to always initiate it. That I feel if I didn't initiate it, we would never have it. That his lack of initiation makes me feel unnattractive. I HAVE ALREADY TOLD HIM ALL OF THIS.

So now, here is the latest. It's been well over a week since we last had sex. This past Sunday, even though he was complaining of being tired and congested, I snuck under the covers. It started with light strokes, then I was full on touching him and made my way under the covers and put him in my mouth and he came pretty quickly. "That was amazing. I want to take care of you now."

"Great," I thought.

"But I will do it tonight. I'm tired now."

Night came and went, but nothing happened because he had a tummy ache. "Tomorrow will be our night," he said.

"You mean MY night," I replied. Gosh - how much effort does it really fuckin take to fuckin reciprocate?

So then the following night: "I know this was the night we were supposed to get romantic, but I'm so mad about things going on at work. You're just going to have to be patient."

I am incensed. I understand he is unhappy over his job, and if this was the first of the sexual problems then I would be patient and understanding. I am still trying to be. But last night was just a new excuse to me. There is always an excuse. I can understand maybe being too tired for full-on intercourse, but he can't even make the smallest fucking effort to make me feel good?