DH and me talk, about everything. Been together 20 years with a 10 month break inbetween.
we can happily sit in silence for hours doing our own thing in our own thoughts. But we are comfortable with that, as we talk so much we know about each others day, and what's going on, if one of us breaks the silence then we chat away.
I do have other friends too.
When we split, it was me who had a mini breakdown (our marriage was not perfect I don't believe anyone's is) I wanted out, he was devastated but let me go, only we both had nowhere to go to straight away.
we lived separate lives, got under each others feet, argued and name called each other.
But we still talked, we sat in the garden most days, smoking and talking, we talked about our plans for our new lives, we talked about the dc, we talked about what went wrong, we pointed fingers, we laughed and cried.
I know the exact point that I started to reconsider, I had a massive anxiety attack about something, followed by, the just wanting to climb into bed and cry and not get out again. The DC needed getting to school, I needed to be a work ect ect, he came straight home, made me tea and toast left it by my bed, took the DC to school, came back told me to not worry about pick up he'll get them, left my favourite chocolate bars on the bedside table, then left for work.
We are both changed people now, we both (for our own reasons) sort help with our respective issues.
We just never stopped talking, something we still acknowledge now.
I couldn't be with someone I couldn't share my day with or hear about their day, or just talk nonsense.
I think you are mismatched, sorry witch