Trying to buy a house in Sydney has ruined my sex life

A woman in Sydney is struggling to maintain her sex life – thanks to the stress of trying to buy in this insane market.

June* and her partner of three years live together in Sydney and are currently trying to buy an apartment or house, or she might settle for a shipping container at this point.

Interestingly the emphasis on real estate seems to be killing their love life, so June tries to get back into the routine of having sex this week while feeling depressed by the property market.

She recorded her escapades and has shared them with news.com.au as part of our weekly series Sex Diaries, documenting the sex lives of ordinary Aussies.

Monday

My partner has Monday off, and I have a late start, so usually, we’d use this time to have morning sex, maybe make an excellent breakfast and spend time together before the week shakes my sex drive out of me.

However, sadly I wake up first, and I end up scrolling on the real estate apps to see what is available in our price range.

Buying a house and keeping your love life alive isn't easy. Source: iStock via Prostock-Studio

By the time he wakes up I want to talk about is a place I’ve spotted in Darlinghurst for $1.1 million that I think we need to check out immediately.

He makes us coffee, we go and do a walk-by of the house and discover it looks more like a shipping container with a door than a home, and both us feel a bit depressed and no sex happens.

Plus, we got bagels which made me feel more full and bloated than sexy.

Tuesday

My partner leaves early for work, and I once again become transfixed by looking at houses. A place we had our eye on sold for $300,000 over the reserve, making me feel a bit depressed.

Even the stuff that is in the bracket that we can afford will likely sell for more, and we will get out-priced – this all makes me very depressed.

I feel bad because I think I’ve been ignoring our relationship and focusing far too much on my relationships with real estate agents.

I decide when my partner gets home tonight, I’m going to not talk about the property market and instead attempt to get us back to having regular sex.

By the time he arrives home, I’m now very invested in the apartment I’ve found in Marrickville – whoops.

We end up chatting about that and cooking a carb-heavy dinner.

Sex is off the table, thanks to spaghetti.

Wednesday

Today is a hopeless case for sex, we both have plans after work to see our own friends, and he leaves for work before I wake up.

I don’t see him until 10pm at night, and he’s slightly drunk from the pub, and I’m absolutely drunk from too many wines with the girls.

We both fall into bed and go to sleep immediately.

Thursday

I decide to take matters into my own hands, and I wake up extra early, and we do actually have sex – but it all goes a bit rogue because my dog ends up barking at us because he wants to go to the bathroom outside and it ends up feeling more rushed then sexy.

While I failed to get off because of the interruption, my boyfriend still seemed to have the time of his life, so that is something.

Trying to get back in the swing of things. Source: iStock via Denisfilm

Friday

I’m back to being focused on real estate, there’s not much on the market at the moment, but I like to map out our game plan for the weekend.

My boyfriend is semi-interested in this, but he wants to know when we will be done so he can get to Bunnings and catch up with some mates after.

His attitude annoys me, and we end up ordering takeaway and catching up on Ted Lasso.

Once again, no sex!

Saturday

There’s absolutely no time for sex today.

We are in househunting mode.

We go to three inspections, there are heaps of people at each one and far too many of them have designer handbags, so they immediately seem richer than us.

All three houses aren’t quite right, and one is too expensive, one is too small and one just has a funny layout.

By the end of it, I feel more grumpy than anything else, and he goes out to see some mates, while I sit home and stew.

I feel like once we buy something sex will be easier again. Source: iStock via PeopleImages

Sunday

OK, the sex is back! It’s Sunday, I’m over my property meltdown, and we wake up and have a lovely morning.

He takes the dog out for a walk, brings back coffee, and we end up having some nice morning sex while my dog sleeps downstairs.

That doesn’t sound romantic, but it is kind of is, hence why I want to buy a property with this man.

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