I've only just realised that this is what it is. He is wildly successful in the same field as I am, works all the time, and I am not at all/just becoming successful in the same field, but it is very hard when I am the one holding the family - 2 dds - together whilst he swans off to various festivals around the world and basically does whatever he needs to do. I have very little work time, and I am so frustrated at the moment that I am not using what I do have well. I don't want his life - I don't think I have the stamina or resilience to work 100 hours a week - but I would love a tiny tiny amount of it - world! people! creativity! and I resent the fact that I seem to have been cast in this support mould, when that's not at all what I wanted and I am rubbish at it. It's the horrible, medieval, strength of the jealousy I'm worried about - it's really eating into everything. If I were a cartoon, my face would be green and all twisted.