So I was going to post this yesterday anyway, then dh and I had a huge, cliched post-world cup row last night (he: late home from pub, me: screeching like a fishwife about him not even answering his phone. Shudder.)
I love him, but everything seems such a struggle. From domestic shit (he's a goddess, I'm a hobo), to disciplining the kids (he shouts, I distract), to family (he can't stand my mother), to his drinking and smoking (a fair amount), to sex (can't be bothered to explain), to money (he saves, I spend).
It's constant TENSION, it's like we're dancing around each other in this uneasy/on-the-edge manner.
We don't have any 'real' problems, we are lucky I know, but Jesus H Christmas.
AIBU to think this is just the way marriages are? Is anyone else faring better than me?! Am I doing something wrong?!