So I nc’d for this because it is difficult to admit to and talk about. I’ve been unsuccessfully hiding from it for a while.
Been married for nearly nine years. Over the course of the lockdowns it’s become blindingly clear DH is a workaholic.
He’s always worked long hours in a professional role, lots of travel, lots of pressure. Kind of goes with the territory with the job he’s in to an extent. Although he’s always been more flexible, committed, dedicated etc than most of his colleagues that I know.
But since WFH for the last year now I see the real patterns much more clearly. The anxiety, even rage if his work is interrupted at all. How much for his self-image is tied up with his work performance, how he has almost no identity outside work left.
I realise now that a lot of the work travel was in padded so he could work very long hours whilst he was away and know he can’t hide it.
In the first lockdown he did try to hide it a bit, but now he realises he can’t and he doesn’t even bother.
He works at least 12 hours every day, often 14 or 15 and 4 or 5 hours each day at the weekend.
The atmosphere at home is very oppressive with him working away furiously and I feel like I have to tiptoe around quiet all the time.
For a while I’ve been staying up til the wee small hours just to have some time where I can feel like I can actually breathe, although it’s not ideal as I still have to be quiet due to people sleeping etc.
During the first lockdown I thought it might be because they had some people furloughed but all those people are back now and they have been for months and his company are even hiring new people.
Life seemed better during the first few months of him wfh because he was not going away on trips anymore.
The thing is I’m done. There is really nothing I can do about it unless he wants to. And he doesn’t. I know there are lots of insecurities etc behind it, but the fact is he isn’t interested in resolving any of that.
His only emotional attachment is to his work, he has no interest in anything else. Not me, not family, not friends, no hobbies or interests.
So I know I have to leave. I’m not sure of the practicalities of that yet but I’m sure I’ll work it out.
I just feel kind of exhausted by the futility of it all. Like I’ve just thrown away all the love and emotion I put into our marriage. Like I’m traumatised by the neglect and the emptiness.
My dad was a compulsive gambler who got into so much debt we ended up homeless and he was violent to my mum as they were breaking up.
I honestly thought in my DH I’d found the absolute opposite of my dad - someone kind, responsible, hard working, reliable. It’s just that there is a different kind of compulsion knowing away at him.
Less destructive than the gambling maybe, but there is no chance for happiness here. But there’s just nothing left of our relationship- no fun, no laughter, no intimacy, no sex. Everything is consumed by work.
And now I feel I can’t trust myself either and I have nothing left emotionally to build on. I don’t know how to get myself back, it’s been all eaten up.