Before children, DH was the only person in the world who I felt sure loved me.
Now - I feel as if he doesn't and sometimes I feel the feeling is mutual. The whole backstory is too long and dull to get into here but having children changed our whole dynamics. We bicker a lot. There's resentment on both sides. When I first met him I was pretty young and malleable in many ways; almost two decades later and I'm obviously not the same ingenuous school leaver I was then! In many ways I feel like meeting him delayed my maturity in some ways because in order to stay as the girl he fell in love with I had to stay 'young' - yet obviously you can't do that with children in the picture.
I suppose I am just desperately hoping it has not run its course. As I can't leave him.