My partner and I have been together for 11 years, I am a few years older than him, and it's fair to say I have more "life experience" than him. We have two children, aged 4 and 7, both planned, as much his idea as mine (in fact more his idea than mine if I'm honest) and we have, to all intents and purposes got a good life.
But things are just not right. He has suffered from depression for as long as I've known him, but until recently he's never admitted to it and sought help, he's been on anti-d's for a few months, and they are helping but aside from that we have this core issue that we keep coming back to over and over. He seems to want our lives to be the bright, exciting giddy fun it was when we first met. He can't seem to grasp that we are parents now, a family, and that we are neither of us love-struck teenagers, but adults, and parents. The days of sweaty sex marathons and all night raves are now replaced with washing school uniforms and reading school books with the kids.
I get up in the morning and get the kids ready for school, rush around like a lunatic, go to work, get home, make tea, we put the kids to bed (if he's here, he works shifts) and I then tidy up and make sure there are clean clothes and packed lunches ready for everyone who needs them the next day. By the time I've finished that it's generally about 9 o'clock, and I collapse exhausted on the sofa. By 10 I'm in bed. He falls asleep on the sofa most nights, then joins me in bed about midnight. We have no family support, no-one to babysit for us except now and then when my aged parents will take the kids overnight, but they are getting on and can't do it very often, so we just don't get to go out together much, just a few times a year on our birthdays if we're lucky.
But because we don't sit up having intense conversations all night, and because we only manage to have sex about once or twice a month, he thinks I don't love him any more, and don't care. He's a sweet man, in many ways he's sensitive and caring, but he's totally unaware of what needs to be done to run this house and keep the kids fed and in clean clothes, and if I ask him to do stuff in the house (like wash up or hang up wet laundry) he does it without complaining, but then whines that he feels like I'm his mother, not his partner. He really, honestly, seriously equates sex with love. If we aren't having sex, if I don't "desire" him he feels unloved and unwanted. He can't seem to grasp that 7 years of broken sleep and the demands of a job and two children have left me exhausted, and this is why we don't have sex or long deep meaningful conversations anymore, not because I hate him, or don't care.
He ties himself up in knots of misery, recedes into himself, and then feels isolated from me and the kids, and in the last 5 years he has twice formed "close" relationships with women online, turning to them for affection and affirmation, instead of getting off his arse and off his computer ( this is him to a tee ) and interacting with me and the kids. Neither time has this resulted in any kind of cheating, but the fact that he turns to someone else, and lives a fantasy life (which of course I can't possibly compete with) really hurts. Both times I have effectively "caught" him out, and then a huge show down results, there are rivers of tears (from him) about how lonely he is, and how miserable he is and so on. So we've sorted it out made it all up, got back on track, and bit by bit things slide and before you know it I am running everything again, he feels like my adopted son again and he turns to online/distant "friends" for contact and fulfilment.
AM I banging my head against a brick wall here? Does anyone else have a fantasist like this who refuses to live in the real world, but who blames their partner for the fact that life is not what they hoped it would be? When we have discussed splitting up I have asked him what he would tell the kids, "sorry guys, it's just that being a daddy and living this 'family' life thing hasn't really been doing it for me, I think I'd like to be a teenager again and fall head over heels in love with a new person every few months just to keep life exciting"???? WTF???
Or am I being unfair? Should I drag my weary ass off the floor and kick start our love life again (I'll need some kind of viagra/amphetimine to get the va-va back in my voom though!) and make more of an effort to make him feel wanted?
Well done if you got this far.