OH and I have just passed our 12th anniversary. We have DD 10 and DS 8. We've been so happy. We're proud of our children, we have good jobs, great friends, a lovely community.
I have always accepted everything OH has said to me. He's an intelligent, logical, even-tempered, intellectual man, whereas I wear my heart on my sleeve, I cry and laugh easily, I'm hugely temperamental, a bit ditsy and grossly indecisive on small matters. But for the last couple of years I have found myself questionning a few of his long-standing ideas about our future and how he saw us living our lives.
Last summer I wanted to move but it proved it was going to be prohibitively expensive and with the children attending a good local school I was persuaded that it wasn't the right time. Next year, he said. (It was always next year....For 12 years he has been saying "next year".) In fact, every single move we have made during our marriage has been initiated by me. It has always been a row but once the move has been made we have gotten over it and carried on, be it a decision about a holiday, changing a car, and the single time we have moved house.
This year I felt it so, so strongly that we had to move out of our little home of 8 years, the children were getting bigger and we needed more space. OH moved to a flexible working situation where he worked primarily at home and despite the obvious factor that we had an absolutely shocking internet connection, I still couldn't persuade him that we needed to move.
Eventually, in a fit of desperation I said I would go back to work full-time to pay the extra rent, although maybe this time we could think about buying a house. But OH won't even consider buying a house, even with all the incentives for FTB now.
Now we rent a bigger house with better broadband, the kids are happy now we have room to invite their friends around and we're not all fighting over the toilet. OH works at home, commutes to London once a week and I've taken up a new full-time position. OH keeps saying it's what I need to make me feel fulfilled. He says he wants his wife back.
But I can't help feeling resentful. I have found myself withdrawing from him. He gets to enjoy this lovely new home that I have had to fight for. The move itself was so stressful, but OH felt he couldn't take the day off and he went into work. He's returning to his excessive drinking behaviour, when he promised earlier this year he would cut down. I'm convinced he's a high-funtioning alcoholic.
And increasingly annoying is I'm finding myself withdrawing more and more from spending time with him, and he's DOING NOTHING to address it!
I used to be all over him, ocassionally e-mailing him "I love you's" which he never responded to but we always cuddled at night. Now that we barely touch. I know it's me holding back and I know I'm trying to punish him, I know I'm angry. I know I don't want to leave him. I know I could never do it for the children's sake.
But what I don't know is...what to do about it 