To put things in context I have been sleeping on the floor in the spare room during my holidays (teacher) as he has the flu. No ones fault but it has been very sucky. I have started to feel like life is getting me down. That I didn’t want all of the things that I have wanted. That I don’t want a mortgage and children. To feel trapped in an expensive house in a soulless area.
I thought that it was my job ( I was work shy growing up and now I work hard and am permanently exhausted from it). But I’m not sure it is.
I love my dh. I really do. We have been trying for children for over a year. Our sex life is pretty rubbish though. I never have an orgasm. I’ve tried guiding gently. Then I got toys and books. But it’s a bit robotic. Maybe he’s a bit robotic. He always repeats the same compliments.
He made a comment tonight that I didn’t buy lightbulbs - after I came home cleaned up and cooked dinner. I was in a weird, slightly depressed mood and then kaboom! I exploded! I asked him to do the washing up. He is still a bit unwell and I don’t want it so I asked him to wash his hands before touching stuff. He washed his hands over the washing up bowl. I let that small thing get to me. I snapped at him. He got upset. Called me names. Then, as is his usual mode of behaviour, started ranting. Now I’m at my parents. In a bed which is where I want to be.
I’m just worried that I am emotionally immature by overreacting and running off to my parents house. Arg!