I have been unhappy for a long time. Like the good wife and mother I have been taking responsibility for this. I have been receiving counselling, etc. A lot of the reasons I am unhappy ARE logical and are from my own side of the relationship, BUT.... We are leading totally separate lives and I feel like a staff member. I couldn't tell you the last time he did anything romantic or spontaneous just for me. If you were to ask him what he does to make me happy, he would undoubtedly say "Laundry." (Which he does a couple of times a week.). Like a lot of middle-aged men I read about here, his hobby now takes up half the house and all of the weekends. This was organised without consultation. We moved 2000km (we live in Australia) for his job and he went ahead to find an appropriate house while I stayed while the kids finished their school term. He ignored the two things I requested - decent public transport between the two schools and decent kitchen storage. We now live in a shitty house, on a dangerous corner, with dangerous parking, no storage and public transport that takes 1.5 hours to take my daughters to school despite it being a 10-15 minute drive. He chose this house because it is around the corner from two of his closest friends. I am so unhappy here. When I have told him that we need counselling, he throws it back at me. While I am happy to admit that I have been dealing with my own shit, we need to look at our relationship, or I'm going to walk. He doesn't seem to take this seriously. Now I can't look at him, I don't want to be in the same room as him, and all communication with him is limited to functional dialogue so I don't scream in front of the kids. Something's got to give.