I can't belive I'm posting this.
Married for 4 years, 2 kids.
DH is great, brillianyt Dad, really kind and gentle but such a plodder. No ambition, and it's really getting me down.
We're just trying to sort out some paperwork and he keeps looking up asking questions - what's the bank's address? Where's the Landlord's address?
Now he's lived here for the same length of time as me. The stuff is filed in the filing cabinet FFS.
We're like irritating flatmates. Been months since any kind of sex. I can't be bothered quite frankly.
I wanted so much more for myslef and my life than this. I'm 32 going on 62.
I have PND, but I almost feel it's like a comfy overcoat I can hide in. Maybe rose coloured glasses though?