Hi
I've been on here for years but never really posted until recently (changed name as was worried old name recognisable). Basically marriage been falling apart for years. Nothing huge but my H is so unable to be emotionally there for me its caused me so much heartache. Intimacy has been very little for years unless instigated by me and we now have had no sex for a year as I stopped trying. Over the years I have tried everything, talked until I am blue in the face. Thrown him out for a week. Split up for 5 months. "Things will change" he says every single time. It never does. We hardly chat either. Any conversation is regarding the kids, house, day to day stuff. We have nothing in common, sit in different rooms every evening. Basically grown apart. Its become more apparent as the kids are a bit older and spend time in their rooms & with friends so we are left alone. Instead of enjoying its just so uncomfortable. I've taken to making plans every weekend with friends and/or the kids as I cant stand being in the house.
Anyway, that's the background. I just wanted thoughts on one incident which for me was the end & no going back.
I had a minor op last year, he came to pick me up and a good 10 mins into the journey home I eventually said are you not going to ask how it went and how I am? He said the nurse that called him to pick me up told him it went well! No hug, nothing. Don't get me wrong, practically he was good making cups of tea, dinner etc but no show of concern. The next day thought I felt worse and worse until bedtime the pain was unbearable so I took more painkillers and tried to sleep but ended up getting up. My DH woke up and I told him how I felt and was going downstairs to call NHS 24. I called and they said I had to come in and would send transport for me. He came down and asked what was happening and I explained. I did say you may as well go back to sleep (it was Friday so no work the next day) so he did. So I lay on the couch in agony for 2 hours waiting on transport, went in, was assessed, given an injection, more painkillers and hours later sent home. Got home, in too much pain to get up the stairs so lay back down on couch. He never got up to see me (even though he said he had heard me come in). So I lay there still in agony for the rest of the night. Got my kids to help me upstairs the next day.