NC for this. I don't even know what I'm looking for here, I suppose for someone to come and tell me it'll all be okay but I find that hard to believe right now. I don't want to dripfeed so I'll put as much in here as possible.
Myself and DH have been together for 16 years, married for 7, 3 DC (11, 5, 4). For the last couple of years I have been a SAHM as it worked out better for us financially due to childcare costs. I have my own interests and do different groups and things, so I do get time away from the children and DH. We also do lots as a family.
He has always carried a lot of baggage from a previous relationship (it was a serious, long term relationship that ended very badly and he holds a huge amount of resentment even though this is now over 17 years ago) and has a history of using alcohol to cope whenever things get on top of him. He also has a very fiery temper (never physically or verbally abusive, but will get very argumentative and believe he is in the right which usually leads me to step down because.....one of us has to).
Recently he was expecting an inheritance and realised that he had not been included in the will. He had looked after a relative for several years and been told he was in line to inherit land and money. He received nothing. He pretends this is fine and that he doesn't care but when he has a drink he will talk about it constantly.
He is also drinking much more frequently. Never blackout drunk or staggering around, but 3-4-5 drinks a night. Rarely will he go 2 nights a week without a drink.
I'm limited as to my contraception choices because of underlying health issues, which leaves us using condoms. More than once, the condom has burst and I have had to take the morning after pill which completely screws up my cycle. He doesn't see this as any big deal and despite repeatedly asking him to talk to his GP about a vasectomy, he puts it off. I have already had three c-sections and am not prepared to undergo any other procedures so as a result, sex has become an issue. To be honest, I will use any excuse I can think of to not have sex. I feel terrified that the condom will burst, I feel terrified that I will become pregnant again, and I feel like he is dismissing me. I think that sex should be something that both parties enjoy and want to do, not something that's looming over you like an elephant in the room.
This came to a head on holiday recently when he blew up at me because we hadn't had sex during the whole holiday. He told me that he "feels like a single man" because "I don't want to have sex". I have explained my fears time and time and time again and also repeatedly told him that sex is off the cards when alcohol is involved. He had drank every single night of the holiday. He thinks that because it's only a handful of drinks that he doesn't have a problem and that I am the issue. I threw out every scrap of alcohol in the house when we came home. And, of course, I cried and apologised for not wanting to have sex.
I realised that I no longer care if he comes home or not, which is such a horrible thing to say and I hate myself for typing it. I am completely indifferent to him. I care about him on a basic level, but I don't think I've been happy for a very, very long time.
I adore my DC, they adore their Dad, he adores them. We have a lovely home and they have a lovely school. I feel like I could never destroy that. But I feel like as time goes on he is just becoming more and more bitter about everything - he does not appreciate what he has, he always has to have a "cause" or a "fight" or something to "sort out". I believe that he could benefit greatly from counselling or therapy but he is old fashioned and wouldn't hear tell of it. I also think that he has an alcohol addiction problem but he also will not entertain that because he isn't staggering drunk.
So here I am, in my late thirties, crying at a computer, wondering if I can take another four decades of this before I crack up. Please don't just write "LTB". He's not even a B. He's a good Dad and a good provider and a hard worker, but the longer he goes on holding resentment and grudges and refusing to do anything at all to help himself or us as a couple, the more bitter he will get and I can see myself turning into one of those women who nicknames her husband "Grumpy" or "Victor Meldrew" - surely there's more to life than this?