Dh is a perfectly nice man, we've been married 25 years, two fantastic teen boys and a very nice life.
But God he annoys me, poor man can't get anything right. He's dull (so am I) he's got old and fat (I haven't!) there never seems to be any joy or enthusiasm over anything. Maybe it was always like this but lately I can't shake this feeling that there must be more to life. I find myself wishing he'd be horrid so I can justify leaving.