This is a running problem in my marriage.
We spend a lot of time with his family, no problem they are lovely people. If a little overbearing. We don’t see my family as much, mainly because of distance. But I feel like I’m close to my side of the family. We might not talk everyday but we’re close. Busy lives and all that.
It bugs me that I’ve had to sit through endless monologues about his family, his childhood, holiday stories, family legends.
He knows nothing about my childhood. I asked him so tell me one funny/sad/important thing that happened to me growing up, and he couldn’t. Not one thing. After 18 years. It’s not like he’s not been told, he just can’t be bothered to remember.
A thing happened with my sister recently that I needed advice with, tried to ask him and he just couldn’t be bothered. I feel like it’s because he doesn’t understand my family history,
I just feel sad that my past and sense of self is being forgotten. I may be really overly emotional about it, but I feel like if I died, he couldn’t tell our daughters a single thing about me.
Is this normal?