I think I have found my thread.
@Needclarity, I hope your final decision leads to a positive and satisfactory outcome for you all 💐.
Just to paraphrase from another poster, as it is so true:
How you are as a person at late teens / early 20s is not the person you are as an adult in your 30s. The same works for your husband / wife.
We change outlook , personality , hopes and fears .
Some couples mirror that change , others learn to accept the changes in their partner. For some it's the opposite , their mannerisms annoy , their habits disgust , all negative things .
You either have to suck it up , and get on with it , or do something about it.
When I met John I was living on my own after splitting from an ExP who was abusive to me.
I met him through a family members group of friends and things progressed pretty quickly, moving into our first house and engaged within six months of meeting. We married 18 months later. One or two people I knew asked if I was settling as things were going too fast. I didn’t think so at that time.
He was kind, considerate, listened to me and wiped away my tears when I told him about exP. We both had the same outlook and very similar families.
We both worked many hours and banked enough money to make our lives comfortable for the future, pay our mortgage off so now thirty years down the line, we have managed to be able to reduce our hours of work and relax...
Sounds good? No, I have settled.
Looking back, I should have waited longer and let myself heal from exP as I didn’t have many boundaries when I met John.
Looking back, I should have left while we lived in our first house, instead of the many years saving up and staying in to move to a bigger house.
As we have got older, and see a hell of a lot more of each other, I see faults. I see bad habits and negative things that have really been there all along.
My tolerance level that was there in the beginning (thankful that somebody was finally kind to me) has now disappeared. More than anything I resent not having as much time on my own anymore. When he goes to work, I love it. It’s like living on my own again.
We have money and it’s all tied up in pensions and savings because of the hours we worked, and we should, all being well, be able to retire within the next three years, meaning we will be seeing each other more.
He isn’t a bad man. We talk. We cuddle. It’s nice (sex stopped a long time ago) But I don’t think I’ve ever loved him, and I see him more like a brother. Sometimes I think he feels the same about me.
Should I leave? Should we split? I’m fifty five and with the money all tied up, it will be hard to sort it out and sometimes I contemplate having a conversation with him about our marriage being over and living and retiring together as companions.