DP and I have been together 15 months or so, living together 9 months. He moved in with me, at my suggestion. The house is mine and I pay all the bills, including food. I genuinely think that he feels that he contributes as he is generous with my children and does the odd job around the house, but that sums up all he does. It doesn't bother me (much) but lately it has really started to niggle.
The greater problem, though, is that he sometimes makes me feel unwelcome in the house. An inconvenience. He has the ability to go away two nights a week, something he did often in the early days of living together but now not so much. I sometimes look at him and wonder why he doesn't just go. But he doesn't. And I don't think he will either.
We don't have sex. Haven't in so long that I actually don't remember the last time!
I love him, I'm sure I do. But I'm not long out of a very lonely long marriage, and I'm starting to feel like I did then. Each day is a constant struggle in my head about 'yes, I want this' and 'no, I don't want this at all'.
I know exactly what I should do, but it would destroy him. In the same way that it destroyed my husband when I told him it was over. I can't do that to another human again. But the words 'for something to live, something else needs to die' echo loudly inside...
How long do I live like this in the hope that it will get better? I am away at the moment and seriously considering going NC for the duration....