The end of my marriage is coming ever closer. Neither H or I seem to like each other anymore. I think we’re done. He’s suggested maybe counselling, but I don’t think a stranger would be able to help.
I feel most sad for our 2 lovely daughters. They’re sweet and kind and by splitting up the family, they’re going to be hurt. The eldest just started school, so would know if there’s a bad atmosphere or change to our living arrangements.
I blame myself for marrying H and deciding to have children together. I knew 15 years ago when we got married that there were some issues that meant we weren’t suited. Before she died (a few months before our wedding, my DM told me that she didn’t think H was right for me). He isn’t a horrible person, he’s bright and hardworking. He is a social extrovert, but an internal introvert, which means friends and family think he’s wonderful, but I get the moody and not so nice side of him. He’s always been a pessimist and I’ve always been an optimist, so I think my DM thought he brought me down.
I don’t have any parents now sadly and my sister lives in Australia. We’re very close in terms of being best friends, but can only actually see each other once a year at most. My only family comprises DDs. Without them I’m on my own.
Sorry, this isn’t supposed to be a pity party for one. It’s just I don’t see any way back from the current situation.
My H is moody and critical. He judges my weight and tells me when I shouldn’t eat something. He thinks I should lose the 2 stone I’m still carrying after DD2 was born 18 months ago. He told me that he doesn’t find me attractive, so I know that’s a fact. I’m tired, really really tired. I do nearly all of the night shifts, as the baby wakes up a couple of times a night still. My H will do the night shift, but he’s really grumpy the next day, so it’s always better for everyone if I do it instead.
I’m tired, I need to sleep. I can’t even think about looking better when I’m just getting through the days. When he told me last night that he doesn’t want to continue in this way and maybe counselling or a divorce is the answer, I just thought I don’t care. Maybe my life would be easier if I was a single parent.
I work 40 hours, full time and commute 2 hours a day. I rush home on the train every night to pick up our DDs from the childminder and take them home and put them to bed and then I cook and do laundry. And then I’ve got lots of admin like booking the cars in for servicing or ordering Xmas presents or booking swimming lessons or hiring someone to fix something in the house. It’s a never-ending list of chores.
If I lived apart from H, then I wouldn’t need to cook for him or do his laundry and I wouldn’t need to make small talk or listen to him. My heart breaks for my babies though. I know it would mean living apart from them sometimes and missing out on some of their birthdays and Christmases.
Goodness, just the idea of not sleeping in the same house as them cuts my heart in two.
The upside is that I have my own career, financially it would be ok, I spend a lot of my salary on childcare, but I could manage, I think. And I’d never have to see the inlaws again. MIL is an awful, truly awful, narcissistic, harridan.
So where does that leave me? An overweight, exhausted lump, who lives for my children.
How can a counsellor possibly help?
Thank you if you read all of that. I don’t even need an answer. I’m hiding in the toilets at work and trying not to cry all of my mascara off my face. I must be strong and I must carry on and I probably need to do some calculations in a spreadsheet about everything.