I have found myself in a situation that is literally tearing me apart but I don't whether I'm being selfish or not.
We’ve been together for almost 23 years, and married for 21, she was 18 and I’d just turned 23 when we started our relationship and during our first year together she wanted to have children. I also wanted children but suggested that we wait a little while because our situation wasn’t stable, neither of us were working, she still lived with her parents and I was couch surfing because I’d given up my house so we could get a place together closer to her parents. 18 months later we were married, employed and had bought our home so I raised the topic of children and she responded by saying yes but we're only in our 20's there's plenty of time, I was happy with this as I thought we were just delaying having a family for a while however when I broached the subject just after she was 30 she flat out told me no, I was devastated and until recently I believed that I had accepted her decision however apparently I wasn't as accepting as I thought.
For some unknown reason I always became the unofficial child minder at weddings and family get togethers, from toddlers to teens I was in my element and hearing comments like you'd make a great father, you're great with kids, why don't you have your own kids? and when are you and your wife going to have your own kids? always made me feel strange but I didn't know why. According to my therapist I have been subconsciously using my friends children as surrogates to fulfil my yearning for having children of my own. I become jealous when I see parents with their children and I get angry whenever I read articles or peoples posts saying that the DNA donor has left the woman either whilst she's pregnant or having just given birth because he doesn't want to be a dad and then he's gone on to make another woman pregnant and done the same again.
I tentatively broached the subject about having children again, because she didn't immediately shut me down I asked her if I could look into fostering or possibly adoption, I literally begged and said that I’m 46 and I really want to be a dad before I’m too old and she told me that she doesn’t care and that there’s no chance that there’ll ever be children in our house. When she said this to me I left the house and didn’t return for 3 days, I couldn’t face being in the same room as her and over the last few weeks I have started to really resent her and although I do still love her I’m no longer in love with her if that makes any sense, I have even considered asking for a divorce but I’m terrified at the prospect of being alone, I'm certainly no dreamboat, I'm closer to 50 than 40 and after being made redundant last year my finances would be laughable.
I truly feel that I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place and I haven't a clue what to do. I apologise for such a long post.