I feel so hopelessly stuck. I’m really unhappy and have been for a long time, but at the moment the dc and dh are happy and it feels incredibly selfish to consider breaking up a family when 75% of it are ok.
I have 2 DC. Aged 5 and 12.
I’m 36, been married 16 years. Dh is 10 years my senior.
I knew when I got married that it wasn’t ‘right’ but for various reasons I settled. I know that’s my fault but in my defence I was extremely young and dh was very keen to get married.
We’ve never had much of a sex life. We didn’t have sex on our honeymoon. We go years and years without sex and it feels weird to even think about kissing dh now.
Dh has never been invested really in family life - he carried on going to golf every Saturday and three evenings a week over the summer. On Sundays he’s never been out of bed early and pre lockdown would then go and see his mum / brother.
He has never - not once - made dinner, ironed anything, dressed the children, changed a nappy, done a single bathtime, taken the dc anywhere on his own. He’s done bedtime for my youngest twice since she was born.
He massively outearns me and I have no say in the finances.
He takes no interest in a long term medical condition I have, none at all. I get it’s boring and he can’t take it from me but nights I’ve been up all night he’s never said - you stay in bed and have a rest. It’s always me up with the children.
He has on occasion said no to me doing things that I think are reasonable - largely if it’s involved him having the dc on his own.
But I’d probably put up with all of that for the sake of the dc if I hadn’t realised - gradually over time - that I’m probably gay. It’s not a case that I went into the marriage knowing this. My parents are very openly homophobic and it just wasn’t an option for me - I have pushed it back and pushed it back and suddenly I can’t. I know it sounds ridiculous and people will probably feel sorry for dh because I’ve lied to him - but I didn’t lie. I didn’t know. I cannot explain it any further than that. However part of me feels it’s just too late, I made my choices, now I’ve just got to live with them.
I don’t know what to do and during lockdown it’s been impossible to get any space from the situation. I don’t want to damage my dc irrevocably through being selfish. I want to leave but I am scared. I have been so unhappy that at times I’ve self harmed and I’ve taken anti depressants on and off. It’s miserable - I don’t want to inflict that level of misery on anyone else. I want my dc to be ok. I feel awful that this is all my fault. I know what I want but at this point in my life does it even matter what I want anymore?