Tootsie & Annandale. Yes! I think maybe this is it. I really struggle to get perspective - because I see my life as being so so changed, and out of my control but his insistence that it's similar for him makes me doubt myself.
And while I do make this CHOICE to spend so much time at home for the family what's right for them isn't necessarily compatible with what's right for me. I think it's THIS that cause me angst and then his refusal to validate my 'sacrifice' )without being too melodramatic) that makes me ANGRY.
I'm also angry at the socio-politico-cultural stuff. YES. I WAS NAIVE AND IM ANGRY WITH MYSELF ABOUT IT. I did not see giving up my career coming. I didn't intend to do so. But the industry I work in is client-led (so you're 'on-call' a lot), male-dominated (so little tolerance or leeway for family matters) and fast-paced, so 5-ish yrs on from my first maternity leave I am now out of touch. It wouldn't be impossible for me to return, but it wouldn't be easy, and because it's not now my first priority I can see it would be a massive ball ache, rather than fulfilling.
And I AM SO DIFFERENT to the person I was. This old trope, I know, but I look different, my habits are different, my wardrobe is different, my brain works differently, the things I used to enjoy I can no longer access. I am CONSUMED by my family and there is very little of the old me left - and in fact when I start to surface again it's almost MORE painful because then I see how far away I am from the person I WAS just 5/6 short years ago.
And I am lonely. I have friends, many of whom are in the same position. But the sheer weight of our combined slight discordance does sometimes undermine my own unhappiness. It becomes 'a thing mothers say' but not my own unique personal truth. I desperately miss my own mothers support. Without her no-one actually listens to me, beyond lip service that yes, mothering is hard and yes, it will pass, and yes, I'll miss these days when they're gone, and yes it's hard on relationships. It's a bit like putting a penny in the slot and hearing a randomised platitude. It's not about me.
I've posted about DH on MN before, and it doesn't take long to get to LTB. And he can be a selfish twat complaining about being tired is only one daily example of this which may or may not result in his death at my hand . But he ISN'T a total twat bye just doesn't 'get it' and haven't been able to adequately get him to see. I suspect some of that is deliberate because - consciously or not - it very much works in his favour to have a wife. But I think I need to draw a correlation between his happiness (and our sex life, which is currently, tragically, a distant memory) and mine.
I've been really thinking about what I actually want from him. He's asked before and I have been able to tell him. To some degree it is about financial and time parity. But more about his acknowledgement of my position I think. I think there is a part of me that thinks he should scatter petals in my path because I made and sustained life at the cost of my own. But in the eye of the storm - where we are now - with tiredness and stress and no time to bond ourselves together, is this reasonable? Is it possible? In real practical terms how does that happen? What, make dinner on Saturday evenings? Maybe we should book in a talking dinner (rather than the functional ones we most often have these days) once a week. Maybe I just need him to really listen to me.
The irony of this is that it all sounds so self indulgent. Me me me. But it's because there is no me me me at the moment. I think. But I can't tell because I'm so fucking fucking bastard tired I don't have any perspective.
Ffs.