Just as it says. We're going through the motions, but I don't think either of us are truly happy. We were once, very happy, but his stressful job and an unexpected third child (second pregnancy was twins) have really taken their toll. We seem to be in permanent competition as to who is the most tired, ill or stressed. He starts this, he's a total hypochondriac,he's always been like it, and I've started feeding off it and doing the same. There are no big arguments, we just seem to be breeding resentment between us. I resent him for being able to get out of the house, and he resents me for getting to stay at home all day while he works. I don't cope well with babies, I'm much better when they're older, so I find now the toughest time, while he thinks I have it easy. I love him so much, but our circumstances are driving us apart, and I don't know how to fix it, or even if I can be bothered.
I thought I'd be crying writing this, but I'm not. Is that because I truly believe we can fix it, and so therefore there's nothing to cry about because it'll all be ok, or because I'm completely resigned to it being over and don't have the emotional energy to fight? I don't know.