‘D’H and I are over. He doesn’t think we are but in my mind we are and we finished a long time ago. There is no one else and never has been. I find him lazy, thoughtless and emotionally draining. Over the years what was annoying became repulsive.
Dh and I have not shared a bed for 7 years. This has always been his choice. He falls asleep on the sofa and stays there. That’s when our sex life ended too. I used to beg him to come to bed and he always promised he would but he never did. This used to upset me so much but now I enjoy having my own room and sleeping in my own. I haven’t asked him to come to bed for 4+ years.
I don’t sit in the living room in an evening as within 2 minutes he’s snoring. I have asked him to see a doctor over this but he never did.
My children are older - the youngest is 17 and the eldest 21 and at university. They don’t understand why I’m not always happy and want to spend time with dad. He is very much the Disney dad. He does absolutely fuck all but when the kids are about he’s all over everything. They see me as the moody bitch who sits upstairs all the time.
I can not afford to leave him. I would get no help financially from anywhere and I can not afford to rent or buy him out. I’m hoping in the next few years to be able to leave. I’m not depressed by it, it is what it is. I have great friends and apart from my marriage I enjoy my life.
Today I lost my shit. I have been poorly the last week -in bed flu- and no one did fuck all. The Christmas tree was still sat where I left it a week ago, no washing done, no where hoovered and the bathroom and kitchen is just revolting. I asked for help and was told I was nagging by the kids. I asked h for help and he told me I had spent the week in bed and done nothing so why should he. I am raging. I’m not trying to sound like a martyr but I got all the gifts and wrapped them, sent the cards, ordered the food, picked bits up each week and so on. Nothing different to what anyone else does but if I didn’t do it, then it wouldn’t be done.
For the first time in a long time today I just felt done. I cried putting the tree up whilst he dozed on the sofa. The kids came down and he jumped up and gave the ‘oh love it looks lovely, you’re so good. I can’t wait for you to do your magic on Christmas day’
I saw red. It made me realise I’m just here to do what’s expected and that’s it. I’ve now signed up to volunteer at a lunch on Christmas Day. It’s 10-5pm. I will watch the kids open their gifts and then go. I can’t play happy families whilst he talks to his parents on FaceTime, laughing with the kids and I’m in the kitchen doing it all.
The only thing that’s scaring me is the thread on here about the worst Christmas. What if my kids never forgive me? What if I ruin my relationship with them?