@HaggisBurger I totally agree with that. When I realised what was keeping me from saying what I wanted was guilt and that really, feeling guilty was going to eat me up, it was a relief.
DH did loads more at first too, he spoke with conviction and was very convincing in front of the therapist, he put washing on, cleaned, loaded the dishwasher, planned nights out.. But I still, even though the alternative is me losing my beautiful house, life, holidays, children lots of the time, etc etc, I still couldn't get over how resentful and angry I am. Every time he kissed me or tried to cuddle it just felt weird and icky.
I just didn't want to keep trying. I know I should, I know I should have used the lockdown period to try to really focus on the things I had that are good but the will wasn't there, the love isn't there anymore. I was more scared about losing the house and upsetting the kids than losing him. Maybe it'll hit me in a few months, maybe Xmas or birthdays will really make me realise what I've lost, but I think I'm more feeling positive about what I'll gain.
I was talking to a friend yesterday and said how guilty (there it is again, hello old friend! ) I felt that my kids won't have lovely holidays anymore, most I'll be able to afford for them is a rainy week away camping.
She reminded me that there aren't many people that had the holidays we did, we've had three major trips with the kids to unusual, amazing destinations... then reminded me that each time I was dreading going because of spending time with him in the evenings once they were in bed, that he left me to do the parenting as usual, that I avoided sex by watching films and drinking..as long as 2.5 years ago I was saying to her what I was concerned about and saying I felt like a single parent.
I remember listening to him sitting outside our room, sulking and drinking on one holiday because I was pregnant and exhausted and sick all the time. Or when he'd sulk because I didn't want to have sex, because I was tired again, pregnant. Or when he'd steadily drink all day from lunchtime.. Every trip featured a lot of booze.
I'm just trying as much as possible to stop being my harshest critic, stop trying to people please or make everyone happy, I can't do that, I'm not able to make everyone happy. Best I can do is make myself happy, stop making him miserable because he's constantly trying to do everything to please me and it can't work because I'm asking him to change into someone he's not.
The guilt doesn't serve a purpose apart from freezing us and making us do the same thing over and over