For a little perspective @Careerhelpppp, I married a workaholic 35 years ago. Put of the house before 7am and back at 9pm or later (working NOT socialising, unless it was formal socialising - dinner/speeches type of thing. If he had a big case he'd book into an hotel Sun to Thurs when the DC were tinies and unbroken nights not guaranteed.
I did everything: appointments, managed the house, school, including parents' evenings. There were plenty of snarky little playground comments about how people wouldn't put up with it, etc. They stopped when we switched to independent schools. There will always be snarky comments when you do something that isn't with the herd.
I still had more free time than him. However, Saturday morning was my morning off: his was Sunday, when he didn't work and had a lie in.
Fortunately we have the same approach to spending. We have never had a joint bank account and when I gave up work, I laid put for everything we needed: food, playgroup, haircuts, children's clothes, bits for the house, window cleaner, cleaner, odd lunch, etc. I gave him a bill at the end of the month, with the receipts and he gave me a cheque. He never questioned a penny.
As the DC got bigger, he got a bit more invested and he took DS to football every Saturday afternoon - season tickets, from the age of about 3 and a half, went to his school matches where he could and to dd's performances.
I never for a minute doubted his loyalty or love for us but I was crystal clear from the very beginning that I was getting a workaholic.
I went back to work when dd was settled in reception, locally and he was supportive and even when I worked from 9.15 to 5.45 I still had more time than him. We had an au-pair. Going back to work kept me grounded and rounded and was a bonus for our marriage and the children's development and work ethic. Work sponsored prof quals and DH paid for my Masters for my 50th. He might have got bored had I morphed into a tennis clubbing, interior design, holiday oriented, child obsessed wife. He always needed more than that but I wouldn't have tolerated a selfish arse. Believe me as we got richer there were plenty who wanted to persuad me he was a selfish arse.
We are heading into retirement now, in our mid 60s and life has been good and all marriages require compromise. I guess it's a risk analysis and compromise is easier when you when you love each other.
There have been pluses:
Beautiful homes in the UK and France
The best schools for the children
Membership of things like the RoH
Pretty much anything we want but we don't have champagne tastes.
Holidays ahead