Not asking for solutions to my problem today, just need to off load really.
We have been together for 25 years this year. I'm nearly 42, we have 3 kids.
I feel at the moment that I am so 'dead' emotionally in my marriage that I may as well be my myself with my 3 children.
He is not a horrible man by any stretch of the imagination, in fact on paper he is wonderful, loving to the children, a great provider, and loves me apparently, (altho it takes a mini breakdown in our relationship for that to be voiced sometimes). But also I never tell him I love him either unless we are in a 'lovey' phase.
But I keep having these periods where I am dead towards him. Dead emotionally, cant make myself feel anything.
I lie in bed next to him and think Oh I hate this, I want my own bed in my own room, why are we insisting on sleeping together. It just feels so unnatural, like I'm sleeping next to a stranger.
I have no interest in spending time with him during the day. He has hobbies that make him happy and it seems thats all he wants to talk to me about. I resent this, am grumpy towards him and seem like even more of a harridan than I already feel. But he often doesnt ask me about my day, or forgets that something big was happening to me, and forgets to ask about that. Again, resentment from me.
With the children, I am the 'leader', he isnt proactive with them at all, more content to spend his spare time potttering about with his hobbies. I suggest he takes them out and he wil, but again it feels like nagging.
He is also not proactive round the house and when I see him spending time on his hobbies when there are skirting boards that need painting or cracks that need filling, I get cross. I do a lot of the DIY in the house, I would like him to see what needs doing too.
He does do things, I dont want to make out like he is totally hopeless but his default setting is 'pleasing himself'. Yet if I spend time pleasing myself I feel guilty, I'm not sure if this comes from him or from me.
Fundamentally he does not make me happy.I amnot happy when I am with him. I am happy when he leaves the house and miserable when he comes back. We dont kiss, or cuddle, or have sex unless I am having a 'loved up' phase.
Our sex life has always been a bit hit and miss. I've never been 100% satisfied apart from the very early days all those years ago, when we first got together (he's the only man I've ever slept with)
I'm aware my post makes me sound like I'm the Queen of Shebe who must be kept happy at all times and actually I'm bloody lucky to have a husband like him and on paper I can see that. Still doesnt stop me feeling like wet fish where he's concerned
Thanks for reading so far, I dont expect any pearls, but thoughts would be appreciated