My first post here, looking for some perspective.
We have two DC, 7 years and 8 months. We’re incredibly lucky that they’re both happy and healthy.
I worry that my marriage isn’t healthy though. My DW gave up work when DC1 was born to be a full time SAHM. We live in a small semi in London and I’m self employed with a massive mortgage. I usually have to work one day over the weekend as well as during the week to make ends meet. I used to love my work, but have recently started to resent the long hours which take me away from DW and the kids. My performance has suffered recently and I’m beginning to think a way out of the responsibility is to deliberately sabotage my career. I have no friends to speak of or anyone else to relate to. I don’t have the time for friends and in the past my DW has made me feel guilty for spending time out when she needs me at home.
We’re not well off by any means and there is rarely any money left at the end of the month. We hardly go out. I’m no saint, but I do try to make an effort with my share of the housework. I’ll always put DC1 to bed, make the school lunches, put some washing in, load the dishwasher, clean the kitchen etc when I’m at home. The trouble is, it doesn’t seem to be enough for DW. There’s always petty comments on my performance. Today, she told me that I shouldn’t put certain knives in the dishwasher because they blunt (I’d just spent a good hour getting the baby up and dressed at 6:00, making breakfast for both DC and cleaning up, leaving me with 10 minutes for a shower and shave) and that I used too many pots and forgot to wash one up when I made the DCs breakfast this morning (before rushing out to take DC1 to school and then on to work).
These might be important issues to deal with, but for me the lack of any intimacy between us is crushing me. When I lie awake at night worrying about how to pay our bills I wish she would just give me a hug or a kiss goodnight, but it’s always me that goes to her. We’ve had sex twice this year so far (four times last year) and both times I was frankly rubbish. I was far too eager to reignite passion. The lack of any intimacy and the fact that I always initiate any physical affection is sending me out of my mind. It’s not that I want sex necessarily, I just want to feel loved. For me, physical affection is part of an emotional connection which I miss so much.
I went to the GP a few weeks ago and just cried - I’m sick of the work pressures, money worries, disconnection from the love of my life and the near constant nagging about how I don’t do the housework right.
I understand she’s tired. She probably resents the daily grind of childcare, cooking and a miserable husband. She is a wonderful mum and I suspect the nagging is probably a desire for affirmation or recognition on some phycological level, but I just don’t understand how she carries on without any need to engage in any physical contact. I’m not talking sex, just a hug or a quick peck on the cheek would do. WTF do I have to initiate all the time?
I have spoken to her about this, to which the answer is “that’s the way I am, don’t try and change me”. But, that’s not the way she was BC.
I know I’ve given only my half of the story, but it just seems that for every chore I do, there are two more that she tells me I haven’t done or do wrong. Even when things seem to be ok, it’s like physical affection just isn’t part of our relationship unless I approach her.
Is this normal life and am I just another sulking husband?