Hi,
This is going to be epic so please bear with me.
I have been with my husband for 9 years (18 months married) and things have been pottering away fairly well. We are pretty similar: same interests, same values etc. Our relationship has never set the world on fire but I've loved the security he has offered me over the years. He is an inherently good man and, while he has faults, he puts up with mine too. It has never been a "wow" love-it has evolved over time Ito something safe and reliable.
Over the years we have drifted-there's no doubt about it. I have been very focused on my career while he has been content to just stay in his job. I have maintained and built friendships and he's let his drift, happy just to inherit my friends and family. It has gotten to the stage where I no longer have any individual friends/family, everything is linked. He depends so highly on me for his happiness that, when I don't meet his expectations (working late/seeing colleagues etc) he starts the silent treatment. I've tried to juggle the plates for as long as I could, but I've totally screwed up and no longer know what I want.
Our whole life has been "what next?" and its this that has forced me into reevaluating our relationship. We met very young so it was always find a better job, move house, holidays, marriage etc. then we decided to try for a family. Unfortunately, it's not going to happen for us and I so desperately wanted it with him. It's the role he was born for and i needed to see him in and, despite everything, he says it doesn't matter. But I know it does.
I have a very demanding job and I love it. It's really long hours (8am-7pm most nights and weekend working too) but this is what I have to do because I care about it. He doesn't get this and I'll admit that, following the harshness of the diagnosis, I pulled away. Knowing we will never have that-that the next big thing for the next 20 years will be deciding where we go on holiday-fills me with unimaginable depression. He is a great man- a keeper-but I'm not sure that "we" are enough.
But here comes the awful part.
I've been growing closer to someone that I shouldn't. Nothing has happened-we have admitted how we feel-but I don't want to be that type of person. But, the emotional stuff that we've talked about fills me both with guilt and complete happiness. I feel so calm and content with him and there's something there that was missing from my relationship with my husband from the very beginning.
After months of silence, aversion, sadness, my husband moved out for a bit last week. I wanted to miss him-I want my marriage to work-but I don't. I've been chatting to both of them and I go from being completely convinced that I'm going to try to make it work one minute, to seeing my "other" and being Bowles over by the strength of my feelings.
I hate myself. I hate that I'm capable of this. I hate that I don't know what to do; stay safe with a good (great) man, who has flaws but who most woman would kill for, or give it up for something potentially amazing.
I just don't know what to do. I have to decide- I'm not willing to lead people on but, no matter what happens, I'm going to be miserable.
I never thought I'd find myself here. I'm sorry-I must be coming across awfully but my head is all over the place.