He comes back in and says 'even if we don't have sex, he wants to stay with me'. I tell him that really means a lot to me and I hope we can work with the therapist and take our time. But, I don't really believe him.

A time we separated before, he said how broken up he was, but I found a box of condoms with some of them gone.

He's not going to put up with not getting laid.

This isn't love. It's more like The Art of War.