It has been 11 years now since we got together. I do have interests outside of the home. I am going back to uni in September hopefully to pursue my career, something which DH is keen for me to do. I also have one or two close friends, but I don't see them often. When DH is at home everything seems to be on his terms. He is on the autistic spectrum, so everything is planned and in a routine. which drives me mad tbh. There is virtually no spontaneity in our lives.
The friction comes from the lack of help round the house, a lack of physical affection (unless we are having sex), a lack of care etc. I get fed up that he never seems to do anything to show he cares or thinks of me. He tells me he loves me all the time, but it seems it is all talk and no action
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I know it's bad, but I find myself day dreaming about other people, about my life if he wasn't in it, how things would be. But then I feel awful. 1) for the kids and how splitting up would impact them, and 2) for him. He struggles with looking after himself, says he couldn't bare to lose me. I just think how selfish of me to destroy all three of their lives just in case I am happier if we split up. It's so hard, as I can't even guarantee I would be happier.
I have told him how I feel. We have been over everything so many times now. We just go round and round and round. I'm so tiered of it. I have even looked at houses to rent on my own, sort out benefits etc before, and I have told him all this. He then pressures me for an answer as to whether or not I want to separate, and wants me to give an answer there and then, and I just don't know. I'll cry, we'll talk, things will improve slightly for a few weeks, and then we'll be back at square one.
I find myself doing the same Fontella. He will be invited out in evenings by work colleagues and I tell him he should go, and I'm telling him that because I just want a break. He kept trying to get me to say I missed him to last night, and I felt so guilty, but I just couldn't say it. I know when he gets home tonight he'll want to hug me, tell me he missed me and hear it back, and I'm actually dreading it - I wish he was staying away longer.
Fuck, I can't believe I'm at this point. I have absolutely no idea how to move forwards from here. I can't hurt him by saying I want us to split up. I'd feel so guilty 