I'm unhappy. It's not all my husband, and I desperately do wish that we could work it out. But if I think of my life in 10 years and its still the same as now then I'll be utterly miserable and will have wasted my life.
We have two young DC. A house we both love (but needs work) and neither of us are in a position to move out independently, and I wouldn't leave the kids anyway.
I found myself daydreaming the other day about how we could separate. I think I could legitimately move into another bedroom (was supposed to be for the youngest but we'd like the kids to share for a while anyway and she's still sleeping with us most nights). My life would be immeasurably better by having my own space (which I could keep tidy and not have clothes, sweet wrappers, cups etc all over it), not cooking two dinners each night (I'll just cook for me and the kids, he can sort himself out when he gets in), washing for one less person. We could even alternate weekends, he doesn't drive so no chance of him taking the kids anywhere but I could take them away/go away myself.
I know it's madness. I know it would still be unbearable as he likely wouldn't be nice about it and still wouldn't clean up after himself in common areas. But could it be worse than I'm feeling now.
The weight of responsibility is heavy. We do not have an equal marriage but I'm made to feel awful if I mention it, and like I should be grateful for the things he does do. The kids stuff falls to me - all the organisation, remembering dates, arranging childcare etc. Anything that requires driving is me. Anything to be arranged for the house, me. You get the picture.
I don't expect a spotless house, but the level of mess and the lack of support is awful. I'm ashamed to admit that the house rarely gets 'cleaned' as all the effort is taken in tidying, looking after kids, working etc. I shouldn't have to take a day off work to get the house tidy enough that it's not wrecking my mental health.
In my head I've given it until Christmas, because the upheaval before then is just too much. But I'd really love to be in the spare room already, and that is breaking my heart for myself, him and the kids.
I don't know how to communicate this to him. I've tried before and I'm the bad guy, although he does up his game for a few weeks. I've suggested counselling but he's offended at the suggestion.
I've always thought this would devastate him, but recently he doesn't seem happy either and has been snappy with me.
Not sure what I'm looking for here...just someone to tell me it'll be OK I suppose. Or in an ideal world, someone to tell me it's possible for our marriage to survive and both be happy.