DC are 8 and 4. DH and I do not share a bed. DC sleep with me. We've only got 2 bedrooms.
It's mainly my persuasion. I just don't fancy him. He works out, he's super fit, not bad looking. It mostly makes me feel worse about myself because I just don't get the time to do that. I'm fat and average. No idea whether he's seeing anyone else (though I suspect not as I've recently gone back to work and he's accommodated it to the point it being around more for DC) but to be honest I don't really care if he is either.
But I did sacrifice my career for the sake of his, and to look after the DC.
I suppose I feel like we should just stick together so I get a decent pay off. My pension is worth shit. It wouldn't be if I hadn't supported his career, spent the last few years raising his children.
It's just such a miserable, lifeless marriage.