If it weren't so tragic, I'd probably be laughing at the oddness of it all.
I've posted previously about wanting to split from my husband, due really to being totally different people and having different values and goals.
Well, I finally worked up the courage to tell him how I felt on Tuesday. It was awful, he didn't see it coming at all (which I was surprised about as our romantic relationship is pretty much non existent) and said he was totally happy in our relationship. We both cried, I told him I no longer loved him romantically and couldn't see a way forward. He said I was the love of his life, didn't want to lose me and went to bed. In a nutshell, that's what happened.
The next day we talked. Every time I brought up an example of how different we are he'd counter with 'but I like how different we are'. When I talked about how he mopes every time I plan something, but refuses to plan things that HE wants to do, he said that he really does enjoy it, but he can't be happy all the time. He started talking about how he didn't know what he'd do without me and started blaming himself even though I told him repeatedly that he wasn't really the problem, it was just a fundamental difference in personality. I really didn't know what to do so said I'd give it another go. I don't know why I did it, I just couldn't bear to hurt him and couldn't think of a valid argument for not staying together except 'well, Ive fallen out of love with you and I don't want this relationship' which sounds blunt and awful and uncaring. And then things have carried on as if nothing has happened.
No mention of the fact that I basically ripped his world apart. No mention of the fact that I said that the love that feel for him is platonic. It's like it never happened and I feel even more trapped than I did before.
What the bloody hell do I do now?