I'm so glad you are all here.
I have had tricky conversations several times over the past few years with dh but always end up finding reasons to keep going to a bit longer. I/we have a been dealing with the fallout from my realisation that some stuff that happened in my childhood was sexually abusive. This has been massive, and has amongst other things made me realise that I "chose" dh so that I could hide behind his obvious goodness, wisdom and generally soundness. I did this because I believed that I was fundamentally bad in the inside. I don't believe that anymore. I don't need to stand behind his "goodness".
It is made more complicated by the fact that early in our relationship dh was very very jealous of my past sexual partners, of whom there were many - I felt bad about it too, now understand it in the context of the abuse in a gentler light. I was very lost, and very lonely and desperate for connection. Anyway, he made me feel even more ashamed, and I started to block out my life before he came along so that there would be fewer triggers for his jealousy. Needless to say, I started to resent this fairly quickly and now I can't believe I let it happen, and that I effectively gave up any chance of a decent career, or living in a place I actually want to be, or a house I actually like.
Dd1 (8) said this morning, when I told her that snarling and being narky wasn't okay said "but you two talk like that to each other." Think she is exaggerating a bit as we barely converse never mind argue.
Anyway, it was a catalyst to write it all down. Which I did. Then I emailed dh. Now I feel like a cowardy custard.
Last time we had The Conversation was awful, he was in absolute pieces for weeks, and so I made it all better and decided to stay and try to make it work. Since then bugger all has changed. We have been for two walks, and to the pub once. That is it, in a year.
This morning I was talking to another mum from my running group about how long it was since we left university, and I was horrified that it is getting on for 15 years since I finished my u/g degree.
I cannot bear the thought that, if I had known then where I would be today, I would not have got involved. And then I look around at my comfy house, my nice little town, my lovely daughters, my kind and oh-so-reasonable dh and think I must be the most selfish woman in the world. How could I throw all of this away and hurt my beloved family? But how can I stay in a marriage that has no heart?
Sorry if this is a tad rambling. My head is a mess today.