10 years, 1 DC later, and I don't know where my relationship with my DP is going. We have moved away from each other. Too many evenings are spent ignoring each other, on laptops, watching crap TV (I so wish we didn't have one). Now the kids are old enough, I want to drop them off at grandparents and go to a museum, theatre, or heaven forbid - a weekend break. Every time I suggest such a thing, I get shouted down by DP. I didn't even go to a friend's wedding as DP didn't want to go, and didn't want me to take kids on my own.
Not sure I can stick out another 15 years of this but I cannot walk out on kids. Don't know what to do - am like an eggshell - getting very depressed on the inside, but hiding it from everyone with a not too thick shell. Tried talking, answer came back 'why don't you go to the pub with your mates'.