I tried to post on this thread a couple of days ago but damn phone wouldn't let me! So, can I just say your OP really struck a chord with me, I could have written that nearly 3 years ago. I was with Dh since I was 22; which in hindsight (a wonderful thing...) was very very young. He was and is a good man, an excellent father. There are lots of reason why after so many years together my love for him waned, I didn't tell a soul, even beginning to acknowledge to myself that these issues were very serious was incredibly painful; we have 2 DC's who were 6 and 10 at the time. I had tried and tried over certainly the final 3 years of our relationship to get him to see how i felt, but he had a way of reacting so badly to anything negative or difficult emotional issues that he would effectively shut me down and I became reluctant, apprehensive then unable to express how i was feeling for fear of distressing him. I see this in a different light now but that's another story, part of it was that he was incapable and just did not have the skills to communicate, and was himself frightened to acknowledge any threat to his family. We had no intimacy, no affection despite me initiating numerous times, if not the only initiator, and being rebuffed. We lived like brother and sister, and i was ashamed, embarrassed, felt rejected, no self esteem or self worth and could not see how I could live out the rest of my life in that scenario, I was 37 at this point but kept telling myself "but what about the kids".
Eventually it took its toll, I lost a huge amount of weight in the space of about 6 weeks, still had not confided in anyone. A good friend and work colleague one day took me to oneside and just came out with it "what's going on? You seem in an extreme state, you've lost a tonne of weight (about 2 stone in a short space of time, i would say i could reasonably spare 10lbs so i didn't look great!) and i was like a bloody geyser. Sobbing, I told her how i was feeling, the guilt over the very idea of "breaking up" the family, she helped me see that the marriage i had was not the way anyone should be expected to live, one phrase she said to me which really hit home was "so if your daughter comes to you when she's 37 and says "mum, i'm so unhappy, i don't love him...." and outlines to you what you've just outlined to me, would you honestly say "well you need to subjugate yourself and put up with this for your kids, would you?" Another question which really hit home was "how would you feel if DH met someone else?" - my gut reaction was relief, and that i would be happy for him. That was a bit of a revelation.
My parents were less understanding, or should I say my DM. They were devastated, and DM was very much of the vein of "well he doesn't hit you, he isn't a drunk, so how can it be that bad?" and "you will damage those children for life" (helpful!) and "poor DH"; my welfare was last on her list if there at all. She was also deeply ashamed to have a daughter with children from (brace yourself) "a broken home".
In the end, the discussions with DH were quite unplanned, came out in a torrent over frustration about an irrelevant domestic issue......apparently he'd known something was wrong for months, but would not raise it and was waiting for me to do so. Unfortunately this pattern was to continue - he was completely inert in terms of showing any effort or willingness to help improve our situation; there were certain key personal issues that only he could fix and wouldn't (still hasn't); i could see he was terrified and upset, but all he would say is "but i know how i feel, it's you with the problem..." and would leave it all at my feet. I suggested counselling which he was reluctant to go too, he saw it as their job to "fix" me / the marriage, and when it didn't do that......well, what relate really did was to facilitate the seperation in the smoothest way possible and it has never been acrimonious, but because i was "the one" that raised the issue first, in his mind it'll forever be "me" that ended our relationship. He was frightened of losing contact with the kids or being relegated to some "every other weekend" dad which I reassured him would never happen (apart from logistic issues / reluctant parents or welfare issues i never understand why this should ever be so....) and we have shared residency 50/50. I realise now I had spent years repressing my needs in order to keep him happy, and was ever so slightly being controlled. When it came to telling the kids, he would have no part in it (spotting a theme here?) because he said he would be too upset, and as he didn't want us to split up anyway, saw it as my responsibility (punishment more like!) The best tip i can say here is to avoid the "sit down we need to talk / have something to tell you" because immediately the emotions rise. I decided the best thing for my children (every one is different...) was to talk to them whilst we were out walking and "doing" something....yes it was so hard, very distressing...the eldest cried and wailed "why why why are you doing this..." the youngest went very quiet and walked ahead, then burst into tears, but ten minutes later they were watching cbbc and asking what was for tea. Throughout that weekend the eldest had bouts of getting very upset and going very quiet, DH did not know what to do (so did nothng) and so I had to handle it the best way i could. Lots of hugs, reassurances.
So, nearly 3 years on - I'm 40 next week. Hand on heart i have NEVER regretted it, of course we both hurt deeply for a long time, and sometimes i still struggle with it, BUT I have found the old "me" which felt buried under layers of expectation and stifled. The kids are GREAT, now 8 and 12, I can honestly say they are as unaffected as can be, even DM has eaten her words and compliments us both on what great well adjusted kids they are. Had we stayed together in that atmosphere of repression and misery, i don't think that would be the case. I have discovered a fierceness and independance I didn't know I had, I didn't even know i was attractive......the last couple of years have been an enormous learning curve, and I have a new man (but at arms length in a sense - the kids come first) who has introduced me to so many things and made me realise a lot of things about myself i would never have dared even entertain. Oh, and I only regained those 10lbs, so look a lot better too....hope some of this helps, that's my story anyway.....