For a long while I’ve been struggling with my relationship. There’s nothing bad I can point to and say ‘look he’s horrendous’ but I’m really struggling.
We get along fine, deal with our 3 kids fine, do the house stuff fairly, are generally considerate of each other. But it honestly feels more like living with a colleague or friend than the person you’ve said you’ll spend your entire life with.
I feel like if we didn’t live in a house with a massive mortgage and didn’t have kids I’d feel more confident about saying it’s run it’s course. But because we do have kids I feel like I should suck it up and be grateful.
Really I’d love to feel grateful for everything I have, to be content. But I’m not. Day time is easier, even in lock down, but night time just highlights to me how we don’t really interact, we’re not affectionate and really sex is, for me, more like scratching an itch.
He seems content/oblivious/putting his head in the sand and would want to fix anything I raised so I’m finding it hard to talk about. As I’m not sure I want to fix it with him.
Any advice? I’m I just an ungrateful cow? Tell me straight!