I'm 32. I have a good job, a husband and 2 year old twins. We have a mortgage and we are comfortable. One could assume life is fine. Well, not exactly.
I'm living with a sense of pointlessnes - I wouldn't call it outright depression but it is just a lack of that "lust for life" I once had.
This started when after a string of failed relationships I decided to get on with my current partner on the basis of compatibility rather than just some less transparent criteria I employed before ('sparks flying' etc)
I had two exes prior to my husband that treated me horribly badly and I never got what I wanted from them in terms of security and stability. However even though I wasnt happy a lot of time I also had surges of great excitement and passion with them. I had that drive and desire to push for more. After the last ex rejected me brutally, even though I was convinced he was "the one" something has died inside me.
I feel like I gave up on the ideas that made my life "exciting" as they were ultimately making me desperately anxious and unsuccessful. I decided to put my - previously non existent - guard up high and only choose most logical and risk free routes in life.
I can tell that logically I made the best decisions I could partner and career wise, given my circumstances - but the logical way of life sadly gives me no excitement or sense of purpose.
I tried to shift the excìtement seeking from my relatioships to my career and have been considering different options - but still keeping in mind my non negotiables of a decent salary and job security.
I found something that would be a good investment of my time and money. I wanted to go back to uni full time but my partner doesn't support this since his mindset is all about acquiring new material possesions and just enjoying a normal existence. He doesn't get why I want to go back to school since I already have a good job and likes the idea of two incomes. If I want to put my foot down I worry it could cost me the supportive and secure relationship I came to enjoy and introduce resentment and conflict.
Motherhood has also not brought me the kind of joy I was hoping for. I love my babies but mostly I just feel a constant sense of duty to them and get a bit annoyed internally that they are growing so slowly.
I don't know if I am being unreasonable longing for some sort of excitement in life. Should I just accept that excitement = anxiety and trouble and that most people are just content with a good partner, okay job, two kids and a mortgage?