My husband is a great guy. Fun, hard working, loves being a dad. Moved to my home country after we married because he knew how much it meant to me to settle back here and have our children here.
Been together 9 years in total, married for 6, two young children.
I felt like I "just knew" from the moment I met him, and he said the same.
However I have developed a niggling resentment towards him for various reasons. Sometimes I consider the fact that maybe one day it will be the right thing to go our separate ways but other times I desperately do not want to do this, because, firstly, I can imagine he would be a pain in the arse to have as an ex, and secondly, I really want my children to have a stable home life (I went through my parents' really messy divorce and it messed up myself and my siblings so much, I never want to put my own children through the trauma of this.)
These are the main issues that are getting to me:
Lingering resentment about how shit he was when I was pregnant / when our children were tiny babies. He did his best to work hard to support us financially but didn't seem to genuinely care deep down about my well being.
Has very little patience and rubbish at taking any time with sex. This was OK when I was full of hormones and broody for children ; now we have our very wonderful two children and we don't want any more, I have gone right off sex. Not to mention the fact I am still a bit pissed off (but embarrassed about it) about the fact he made it clear he was Not attracted to my pregnant figure and left me frustrated during both pregnancies! Now I can't be bothered making the effort any more, because he didn't back then.
Since having kids - he's a brilliant and doting dad, but we argue loads about discipline standards, sleep training etc. Basically I do things my way because I'm the one that was always left to look after them alone when he was working away - now he works from home because of Covid, this is catching up with us.
Also since having kids his stupidity when it comes to our kids safety really gets to me. He can't work out how to fit the car seats properly, he quite happily falls asleep at night without checking the front and back doors are locked, cooker is switched off etc - he knows he can leave all that stuff up to me as I am so anxious that I will check everything.
In fact my anxiety since having kids has led me to taking anti depressants, which have been amazing - they help me think clearly, and I feel more 'myself' on them. But there have been numerous arguments where when I have been upset and angry that he has nastily asked if I've taken my pills, in a really horrible, mocking way.
And the final thing, that has come to light recently, is his stupidity and pig headedness about the environment. I feel like I have to nag him to recycle etc, he has no real concern about the environment or the issues over population and over consumption is causing and will continue to cause. I have a very real understanding of it all, having studied geography away back in the late nineties; I'm not a tree hugging hippy type by any means but I am at least very open to the fact our lives the way we live them cannot continue like this indefinitely. As a result I have been coping very well with the pandemic, climate change coming to the forefront of our news etc. I am relieved in a way, change had to happen soon. But my husband still continues to chuck stuff into landfill that could be recycled, doesn't give a shit about ethical farming etc etc, his family are the same, lovely people but I've realised are completely clueless on many levels.
Anyway. Where do I go from here? How do I 'fix' something that I feel too pissed off to even want to fix? I make excuses about sleeping in the same room as the kids so I can settle them easily when the wake with bad dreams or their duvets coming off them or whatever, I love my kids more than anything and I've realised I just want to be with them, not my husband! Please give me some perspective. Thank you x