This is really painful to write. Been with DP for 5 years. We’ve owned a house together for 2 - it is my dream home and we’ve renovated it. On a day to day basis I generally like our life together. We have a dog who is like our child, we love him so much.
But I feel like something is missing. DP can be very supportive, particularly during hard times, I find him attractive, we have good sex (albeit not as often as we used to), we are both equally career minded and ambitious and we have some common interests (although not as many as some couples)
However, he can also be maddeningly difficult. I am 99% sure he has some level of undiagnosed ASD. Without going into all the details he can be very selfish, childlike almost - that’s mine, I wanted to do that, I don’t like that etc etc. If plans change he cannot deal with it. He is often quite tight with money for weird reasons (he’s fairly good at presents but will not want to go out for dinner etc). He is very much in his own world a lot of the time and would happily spend a whole day just on his computer. We often end up watching things he wants to watch because I’m open minded - he would very rarely watch anything just because I want to.
I pretty much do everything round the house. If it was up to him the house would be cleaned probably once a month, if that. He’ll do things if I ask but he’s like a teenager and huffs or says he’ll do it later and forgets.
But then I fantasise about him proposing. I want to have a baby with him in the future. I wonder if part of my doubts are because he doesn’t make much effort and I don’t feel that appreciated. Something like a proposal would make me feel cherished? I love him and I want nothing more than for us to be happy together.
I’ve started thinking about what would happen if we broke up. Neither of us could really afford the house on our own. We’d have to sell it and I would be totally heartbroken. And who would have the dog?! Where would we both live??
Honestly the thought of being without the house, the dog and being back to being single and having to date just makes me want to die. I’m 32 and I’d feel I had wasted my youth. But I don’t know if that’s more the idea of it rather than him?
I’d like to know if anyone else feels like this, or has done and what they did about it and how break ups actually work in this situation?!?
I am not certain either way 