OP, my mother once told me (I was early/mid 20s) that she'd often imagined just getting into the car and driving away and never coming home when we were younger. She had been silently screaming into the void our whole lives.
I was surprised to hear it from her (although didn't think she was at all unreasonable!) because she was like you. She never did anything for herself, really. I mean, she did things at home she liked - played her guitar, read but her life had no passion.
I had no idea. She was a brilliant housewife (our home was immaculate etc) and, as a child/teenager, I had no idea that she didn't find this fulfilling! She spent hours doing it. It was how she filled her time and her days... (we did chores too but she was reluctant to relinquish control to anyone else).
My dad worked full time and her job was the house. Tbf, he didn't go out but he was a bit of a homebody and was content to spend his free time pottering around the house and garden doing stuff. We saw family friends every weekend and my dad shared the preparation and cooking for this when we hosted. But she needed more.
She never told anyone though. She referred to it later as 'doing her duty' and was very much against me going to university, having a career and still having a social life because she felt I too should do my duty.
The point is that none of us knew she needed more because she never told anyone. My brother and I didn't realise - we didn't even consider it because we were childen and it was how it had always been. My dad wouldn't have stopped her because he wasn't like that. But I don't suppose he realised either!
But she lived her best years cooking and cleaning and doing the housework.
I just found it really sad, when she told us, that she'd been living the frustration of a dull life and none of us had even realised.
But we couldn't have known. Because she never complained, never made a fuss. She got up every day and did the same every day and we thought she was happy.
I made sure my life has never looked like that and do you know what? I have a great relationship with my children (my mum's bitterness and resentment presented as abuse towards us and we no longer have any contact with her). I haven't always washed up before going to bed at night; clothes are never ironed; and floors are swept when necessary. But none of those things mattered.
What mattered was that I was also fulfilled as a person and my children and I were happy. And it matters that you are too.