DH and I have been having problems for many years, no big dramas, just a general drifting apart. For the last 13 months we have slept in separate beds (in fact we did so long before that too, but always with an excuse eg wakeful/poorly kids, pregnancy, bad backs etc etc.)
this morning I initiated a heart-to-heart, said I was tired of us living a sad life and although I said we had a long way to go I suggested we start to try sharing a bed again... we joked that we would keep our pjs on...
well as the day drew to a close I felt more and more nervous and went up about 10pm hoping to be asleep before he came up... But couldn't rest. When I heard him coming up I felt awful (poor bloke he has done nothing to warrant this) and he came in and started closing windows/ fiddling with curtains etc, then got into bed and I just lay there absolutely still and silent, he said goodnight and I couldn't even reply.
Luckily one of the kids wanted something so I got up and dealt with that for longer than was really needed... But then I just could not go back in... And now I am on the sofa.
I don't think it is ever going to get better for us... Not sure why I am posting really... Just feels so pointless and lonely. Thanks for reading.