Hi
Aibu to ask you will I ever be truly satisfied and if this is a me problem or not.
Trying my best to keep this brief without missing anything.
I'm married with dc. In general I am happy with life and myself but I cannot pretend that there is not a feeling of something missing.
I'm not lying or delusional when I say all in all my husband is pretty perfect. He's kind, caring, gentle, a wonderful father, an equal partner and would do anything for our family. I'm the opposite in lots of ways. When we met he ticked all the boxes of what I needed then and probably now. I love him for who he is I truly love him I know that. I had been chaotic and in toxic relationships and was young and foolish. I lacked safety and stability and he was all of that, he was stable, kind, safe, mature and loving. He had his life together. There is a small age gap but it's not massive. I went in with my eyes open, I knew this is who he was and I knew he was quiet and happy to live a normal, quiet life. I don't want to change him or our family. I had a rubbish chaotic neglectful upbringing and promised myself I would never be like my mum or put my own dc through that. Yet here I am.
Two main things for me are that life is too comfortable. As a person I'm spontaneous, artistic, social and motivated. Dh is happy to now coast in life and quietly goes about his routine with no issues. He's a man a few words who has become even quieter over the years. He has no hobbies or friends and let all this go when our dc were born. He threw himself into family life and still does. This is fine but I have ended up being the driver in the family, the decision maker and the one who fights our corner, I long to see some passion in dh for me and for any wrong my family face. I long for deep connection and conversation and to feel desired and sexy and fun. I don't want to sit about waiting to die. I'm only young still and had dc very young. I want to live and flourish and strive for the best for me and dc, dh is very happy with the status and to live comfortably doing the same day in day out and saying little as he does.
The other issue is related. Dh does not show affection apart from when he wants sex. We don't connect and I feel emotionally abandoned day to day. We are in the thick of parenting young dc but we are roommates or lodgers until he wants sex then all of a sudden he physical and emotional affection starts, lasts a day then we are back to ships in the night. Sex is good but it's infrequent as I need emotional connection at the least to feel bothered about it. I'm left feeling used. I understand love language and mine is not particularly physical touch but I feel resentful that I get physical touch only under these circumstances.
I have spoken to dh about this more than once. He is genuinely remorseful and promises to address this. He says he is scared to lose me. But I honestly think he just doesn't see it or get it and so we fall back into the sane situation till I bring it up again.
Is this married life. Am I unrealistic. Am I the problem because I can't settle. Do I throw a grenade into my otherwise perfect family over this as that feels selfish. I can't see my living the rest of my life not feeling passion and spontaneity and sexy and desired but maybe I'm living in cloud coco land