It wouldn’t surprise me if we weren’t the only couple that have had significant periods of drifting apart and “staying for child/don’t wish to become much poorer” reason.
As it turned out, as DS has grown up into an adult, we’ve kind of drifted back together. Pandemic was a bit much though, and we weren’t happy bunnies for awhile again. Still both licking our individual wounds from that awful time. But drifting (with a bit more energy on my part this go around, cos I can’t say I put my back into it before) together again.
I stayed because parental separation was ruinous emotionally, physically, financially, mentally on all of us kids, and eventually for both of the parents. It was hell on earth and it’s taken me over 30 years to feel like myself again. Once I got pregnant I knew I was only ever going to leave DH if a qualified professional was able to say, yes the damage to DS of staying together deffo outweighs the damage of separating. I wasn’t going to do what my parents did as they decided they were suddenly able to read our hearts and minds and lo it matched what each of them wanted. Never mind that what they each wanted was completely the opposite. We were mirrors of their preferences, not windows they looked into to see what was inside.
Never actually asked a professional. Mostly because over the years I came to recognise that I’m really really good at seeing the flaws in other people, and casting those flaws in the least flattering light when I’m angry, or disappointed, or just plain bored of somebody. But much less good at seeing my own. Every time I got to the point of constantly ruminating on a list of ways that DH didn’t make me happy, didn’t do things the way I wanted them to be, I made more of an effort to think about my own “not so helpful” contribution to the current doldrums.
Everytime I’ve put my back into being fair and examining myself in the same harsh light ….well he isn’t perfect, but bloody hell I don’t think there is another man on the planet that could put up with me.😂
I’m complicated, live too much inside my own head and have a gift for blowing things out of proportion. I really could not face going through the process of early romance “best behaviour” and s l o w l y letting NewMan find out what he’d let himself in for.
Besides, at least with DH I know that when we go through the rough, the smooth we’ll get back is the kind of smooth that I like. Not some new fangled NewMan kind of smooth that I have to get used to and pretend I like, while fiddling with the dials behind his back for five years, until I adjust things to how I like it.