Hi everyone. Firstly wow thank you so much all the comments. Thanks for taking the time to write. You've raised so many things that I think about everyday, it's all consuming. There are a few on point comments I want to respond to but I will have to tomorrow as my week has turned out mental.
But for now in the round.
Someone mentioned bonding over chat and someone else the to and fro or receprocity of conversations, this is one of the keys things. It's like talking to a sponge that just absorbs you words. I'm a chatter but certainly not a chatter box, I have my own inner world but I guess I get energy from conversations sometimes. There is no and fro, it's jolted and awkward at times when I see the look in his eyes when I can see that he is scrambling to come up with something, anything that he thinks I'll want to hear. Since I raised this, pretty early in our marriage, he tries, more in the last year from marriage counselling but it doesn't feel authentic at all and there is no flow.
Did I notice it before marriage. Sure I knew he wasn't wild and wasn't going to grab the microphone in the middle of a party, but I didn't realize the extent at all. Yes maybe he masked and that got tired. Also marriage there is a best foot forward bells and whistles but I didn't expect it to fade to the extent it has. I do ask him questions but to be honest I've noticed I have started to withdraw either because it is exhausting when it is one sided and or also because he doesn't seem to have anything of substance or sort of anything believable back. Again almost scripted. I initiate everything but I've gotten tired and my sense of hope has seriously dwindled.
He is academically intelligent but has no curiosity at all, doesn't seem to ponder me or anything. Which grates with me because that's was I thrive on. I guess when we married he had the basics and he was happy enough with that.
Someone mentioned that I am perhaps feeling so guilty that I need this from a life partner and that it's breaths life into me. I don't need constant chat or constant laughter but some to keep life going. He has admitted that laughter doesn't appear to be that important to him relative to me. It's always so flat.
Am I guilty? Yes. Racked with guilt. Guilt of making him feel inadequate. Guilt I might abandon him, guilt for wishing there were parts to him that there aren't and of course guilt that I may break up our family. When he is a good father and good hearted man. But it's becoming appearent that there is nothing he can do. He's pretty much admitted it and I can see that it is breaking his heart.
I am finding it so hard to accept that these fundamental basic and gorgeous moments in life won't happen between me in him. That my kids won't grow up in a rich I suppose environment. Surely this will influence their characters in the future. That frightens me.
I frightened that I am not as strong as I think I am and about how I will manage. Sometimes, pretty occasionally in fairness I feel some anger, that I've been cheated.