I’ve been married ten years. I have a three year old.
My husband is distant and disinterested. I find parenting my daughter very, very hard.
Ostensibly, my life is quite nice. I like my job and I like where I live. I actually like my husband, although we’re just a bit hollowed out and ‘flatmatey’ these days. I love my daughter, but I wasn’t prepared for the sheer emotional and physical onslaught of parenthood. More fool me, never mind.
But I’m finding it hard to motivate myself right now. I’m drinking too much, sleeping badly. Fantasising about leaving, although I never would.
AIBU to wish for more? Can I ask you about your experiences of being dissatisfied in mid-life, and, if you have any, your stories about turning things around?
Thanks