Or more to the point, he should never have married me.
I recently found some of my old journals from before we were married or had kids.
They covered the period when we moved in together. I'd recently moved to London (long distance relationship prior to that). The main themes of the (admittedly shite and self involved) scribblings are that now DH was stressed and distant now that I was in the same town, seemed to be pulling away from me, couldn't handle the realities of an adult relationship. Basically he just wasn't that into me.
A couple of months later he got kicked out of his house share and we moved in together.
Looking back, this was a totally practical decision on his part, and a needy one on mine. If I was advising younger me now I'd say don't move in - be more independent for a while, see how it goes. I was young and recently bereaved and clutching at straws.
A year later we got pregnant, decided to move out of London, got married, and now here we are. 8 years later. Things aren't bad but they're not great. There have been children, serious health issues, money worries, and its all become a bit flat. Par for the course I thought, a natural reaction to the situations we've found ourselves in. But reading these old journals has got me thinking...
Maybe we should never have got married. Perhaps I just pushed things and he was (is) too non confrontational to ditch me. It makes sense of a lot of things. Our marriage has lots of good things about it, he's a good man. But I have always had the nagging feeling thatbhe just doesn't FEEL it. It's all a bit dispassionate.
So I suppose I'm asking: am I the only woman to have found themselves in this situation? With a thoroughly decent man they love but suspects isn't IN love with you, after years, and kids, and life?
What do you do? Is it enough? Is trust and loyalty and respect enough to see a marriage through to a time when we'll have fewer pressures and things will rekindle (or even kindle)? I guess that's the clincher really.
And if it's not enough, do people walk away from a perfectly acceptable life and a happy home for the kids, to pursue something else? Something riskier? That may not even ever exist?