That’s what it boils down to after a marriage of 30 plus years. DH and I have been really lucky, married very young, had DCs after ten or so years of marriage. They are grown and gone, and happy. We were able to retire early three years ago, pay off the mortgage, and all was rosy. But within two months of us finishing work, things went tits up in a fairly major way.
Two things have happened, and I don't know if they are related, or just horrendous pissing on your chips style bad timing - the first thing is that because I didn’t have a job anymore I had time to lose weight and get fit. And felt great. Still do. DH was fit already - he’s always been active and healthy. But he went from being happy and healthy to a sad shadow of himself within months of stopping work. He’s lost weight, has a long list of health issues, all minor but adding up to being unable to commit to anything beyond pottering about the house. He’s seen a lot of doctors, had all the checks and they can’t find anything apart from severely low testosterone. And he won’t accept any treatment for that, because it is apparently too invasive. Whatever that means.
So here we are, three years on and it gets worse every day. He’s convinced that there is something really wrong with him, and is miserable beyond words. He’s turned into a shuffling old man, and he’s 58. We’ve got nothing left, I’ve tried so hard to be sympathetic, listened to every detail of his complaints, and gone along with all the fad diets he’s tried. We’ve had sex maybe six times in the last two years. If he so much as brushes up against me, he recoils and apologises. He hasn’t noticed me going through the menopause, Christ knows how you could miss somebody thrashing about and chucking off the bedcovers next to you, but hey...
I feel so, so sad and disappointed at where we’ve got to. Has anybody else experienced anything similar and found a way out of it? I feel like my life has hit the buffers just when it should have been getting going again. I miss every part of our old life, and don’t even want to think about getting through the rest of it without any affection or warmth.
I can’t leave, it would be too unkind, as he is obviously suffering and needs help rather than a kick in the teeth. But the thought of this going on for ever is unbearable. Anybody?