Seething ball of resentment was me, alright.
On getting the old mojo back? It's all the cliches, I'm afraid.
We're working on it, it's ongoing (and sometimes great and sometimes not).
In the beginning, giant fights, instead of seething resentment - so I said all this stuff and said all this stuff and tried to lay it all out (as did he) - so it's pretty poor comms but it's better than seething silence.
And I said it and said it and said it and still say it, whenever I was feeling it.
I went to GP and got pills for anxiety, because guess what? Doing all that stuff all alone, being responsible for everything, makes you pretty damn anxious. So I feel more resilient.
I tried to share the work, made genuine efforts. Even when it is bloody hard and annoying - like DH does a foodshop (and therefore meal planning and food budget) every second week now, and he still asks me to help, and it takes like 2 evenings to my 2 hours, so it's way harder to do, but I am determined to stick with it and he is getting better at it of course he is, hes's not stupid. (And now he realises that shopping is the easy part, meal planning and budgeting - the invisible thinking parts - are the hard parts.) Shared more of the easily quantifiable work (like bathing the kids - he does it every day now).
But also some harder stuff - like he did the budget for a few months (and then HE got all stressed about money. Which was brilliant(ish) because, see, it's not just me being a financial drama queen.)
He is trying, he really is - so he is thinking about packing now, and just acknowledging it makes it better - him just saying 'Wow, you brought the fairy lights, I would never have thought of that' - that's nice.
We agreed he needs to increase his salary by X amount within 2 years or give up his current cushie easy job and find something else. So we can share some of the financial burden.
I joined the gym, and I go, and I try to make it a priority over everything - kids homework, housework, friends. I am still a total porker and don't feel very good about myself but it has really helped.
Then it all started to get a bit easier.
Then I started to talk to him without snapping. And trying to nice things for him, like I do for the kids, without resentment.
We went on holiday, and it was sunny. And I made myself have sex with him. The first time it was genuinely like that - making myself do it. (Well at first anyway.)
Then, when he looked all expectant the next day, I explained that I am not a fucking machine and you don't get to not sleep with me for 2 years (or whatever) and then just expect the tap to get turned straight back on again! Takes a bit of work! And I set myself a mental target, like not going longer than x without shagging.
So ongoing, but I feel like a proper sex life is an option again, as is just intimacy and cuddling, and I kind of wish I had namechanged before I wrote this.