I’m sorry if this turns out to be reeeeally long. I’m looking for some wise words or a bit of perspective on my situation.
On the face of it, I have a very lovely life. I’m mid-forties, I’ve been married for 13 years, three brilliant children, DH and I both have careers that we love, financially we’re comfortable. I couldn’t wish for a better father for my children. As a dad, he’s patient, loving, hands on… we get along well together, have a lot of the same tastes and interests. The trouble is, I just don’t think I love him.
When we got together, I was shortly out of a horrible, physically abusive relationship. By the time I realised how bad it was, I was too scared of him to leave so I stuck around longer than I should have, which took its toll on me. When I met DH, he was so different to my horrible ex that I thought I’d struck gold. We had a bit of a whirlwind romance really, got married and had children quite quickly. Which was great at the time and I think I was just craving the stability that all that would bring. But I can see now that we never had that spark. Whatever it is that turns a friendship into a relationship.
Part of the problem is our sex life. I don’t think we’re particularly compatible. DH is very, very conservative in his tastes and although I consider myself to be fairly vanilla, because I’ve never wanted to push him to do something he’s uncomfortable with, we’ve always defaulted to the handful of things that we both enjoy. It’s pretty much killed the enjoyment for me over the years and now it just feels like another thing on my to-do list. I think also, that because he doesn’t make me feel desirable, I’ve become a bit resentful. I’ve spend at least ten years having sex in the dark and I just find it soul destroying. We’ve spoken about this in the past but ultimately, I can neither make him desire me more, neither can I change his own tastes. We do still have sex but to be honest, if we stopped tomorrow, that would be ok with me.
There are other problems as well, around the splitting of housework/cooking but he’s not too bad and I think these could be fixed if I was generally happier in my marriage. As it is, I don’t really have the energy or the desire to fix them so it’s easier to just get on and accept that this is the way it is. The longer we’re together, the more difficult I find it to be around him. Annoying habits wind me up to the point that I become a ball of resentment and end up snapping at him. I know that to a point, this is how it is in a LTR, getting wound up and bickering about each other’s bad habits but I just can’t shake the feeling that if I loved him more, or if I loved him differently, I could live with all these little things that currently make me want to walk out the door and never come back.
As things stand at the moment, I seem to spend most of the time thinking about how much I’d love to live on my own, with a nice amicable 50/50 parenting arrangement. But as far as I’m aware, DH adores me and I can’t even imagine bringing this up with him. It would (for him) be completely out of the blue and it would rip my family apart. I think about how that conversation would go and there’s just no way I could do it to him. I think about how upset out families would be, how we would have to sell our house, how sad my children would be, how I would likely have to lose contact with several of my friends, the logistics of the school run, how stretched I’d be financially. Martyring myself feels like the only option.
Sorry, that really was quite long. I’ve probably missed out loads of really pertinent information as well. I suppose what I’m asking is has anyone ever got to this point and somehow managed to turn it around? If so, where did you find the will to do it? I just don’t think I care enough at the moment. Or has anyone ever walked out of a marriage like this, where it wasn’t exactly bad but it wasn’t great either? I’m just at a loss. The guilt of feeling like this is tearing me up and I’m so, so sad about the whole situation.