I have had a big fear for a long time that I married the wrong man.
There is no smoking gun here because he is a gentleman, always has been, he shows his love by 'doing'. The end result is he does so much for me and the family, is faithful and so reliable but I feel so lonely. He's emotionally unavailable and addicted to being on his phone, doesn't really like talking to me and it's going from bad to worse.
I used to have a couple of close male colleague friends who I used to speak to often, looking back probably because it was pre pandemic and I saw them everyday and got little from DH. However, since having children I've lost tough with them both, one left the company and the other one wfh like mad and moved roles so I don't work with them as closely. It's made me more lonely than ever and shone an enormous light on the fact that I probably survived so many years with DH because I had a busy life outside of him. Now I don't....
The bedroom department is struggling, we had been a once month couple before children and he used to complain about it, I would say the communication is so bad I just need it to improve for us to get back to how we were. Actually when the pandemic hit, I felt it saved us, we were finally forced to spend time with one another and it felt good again, we had children but that's made everything worse, communication, free time, arguments, lack of sex - its not happened in months. I don't think either of us plan to either as we now just argue everyday and he doesn't ever complain about not getting it.
When we met 13 years ago, I had no confidence, turbulent upbringing so never felt loved and hadn't had a serious partner, not though lack of trying. I had been rejected by the men I liked and for once, I met DH who was handsome, chatty, kind, and most of all loved the bones off me. The first person to truly love me and I fell for him big time. To him, I was the attractive girl he wanted to win as he was a late bloomer and only became attractive in his late 20s (he's not lying I've seen pictures!) he really did suddenly become handsome. So I worry we fell for each other for the wrong reasons.... we were young.
The challenge is he isn't chatty like he was in the early days. it was all a front and he says he's an introvert, I am not, I am an extrovert and wear my heart on my sleeve, but it took me 18 months to realise he is emotionally available.
I had been generally happy the first year or so but was struggling on the run up to Christmas as my home life was haunting me, ie having to see some of my family and I opened up to him, yet he didn't take his eyes off the tv or acknowledge me, just said 'poor darling' and brushed it under the carpet. This hasn't changed. He just doesn't do emotion. This manifests itself because if he has a problem, he doesn't share it with me but becomes frustrated in other ways, snapping at me.
If I was who I am now, which is mostly thanks to him, but I'm confident, I finally got a good job a few years ago and feel I've made something of myself.... if I was dating now I would find an emotional kind of guy who would talk with me for hours and we could open up and become soul mates.
Instead I have DH who is becoming more and more insular, he's also stopped doing the affectionate things he used to. Kids I know.... but it's more that we are both fed up, the respect is low and we just don't look after each other.
He throws in my face mid argument that he does so much of the cooking (he loves cooking and I don't), that he does mornings with kids (it started when I was pregnant and breastfeeding DC2 and just carried on like that) - but he never once has said it's too much, I recently saved some recipes and started to cook again because he was using it against me in arguments, but he had started to cook all the time as he enjoyed it. I thought I did bedtimes and he did mornings but it's an example of two things eating away at him and he cannot share how he feels, just explodes in arguments.
It's not lost on me that I read on here how useless a lot of men are and I know I'm lucky he does so much, but for years I've been longing for him to stop 'doing' and start 'being'.
To everyone else we have it all, good jobs, lovely healthy kids, but behind closed doors I'm so lonely, we don't get on, we don't have sex, In absolutely petrified where this will end up as I've tried for 9 years to tell him I need him to communicate better but he won't and he won't do counselling either.
Has anyone else been here? Have you turned it around? People change all the time, I can't be alone here.