Background: I work in my dh's family business (nominally mine too except I am not on the board or a director). When I started about 10 years ago I had lots of dreams and ideas, was very creative and came up with some really good ideas. But I am now sick of it. I'm tired, demotivated and not able to be as creative as I once was. The business as a whole isnt making much money so I am expected to do all the marketing, human resources, design, social media, photography myself. And I can't cope. I don't have an assistant, I have my own lonely office. I spend too much time planning the nice bits of my life (kids, cooking, pets) and not enough on the actual business itself.
I have tried to talk to dh but he just shuts down. I told him I was struggling and bored and he hasn't spoken to me properly since!
I get paid a really good salary but its basically a tax dodge for dh so he doesnt get hit with higher rate tax. I resent it massively.
I am desperate to leave and work somewhere else (although I am not sure who would want me, I'm old and tired) but because of the salary issue I would never get anywhere near what I get now and we have loans and a morgage which means I need to earn this money.
I am really good at cheering myself up and trying to nurse myself through feeling so miserable, but I feel as though I am a massive fucking disappointment to dh and probably no role model to my kids either. All I seem to be good at at the moment is eating so I am currently almost 2 stone overweight to add to my woes.
I have a day off tomorrow and thats almost as bad - we have no cleaner etc at home so I will spend the day cleaning and cooking.
I promised myself I'd read more this year but everytime dh sees me with a book unless its after 9pm he just gets tight lipped and does passive aggressive tidying. He just cannot understand that I need a tiny bit of time for myself as he doesn't - he has no hobbies really and is a bit of a martyr. He always turns the conversation back on himself so if I say I am feeling stressed and awful he says well what about me. ARGH.