Settle in for a long one.
Me & DH both late 40s, both 2nd marriages. I did not want to get married again H really did, I went along with it as he felt stronger than I did.
To give DH his due he does far more than half of the household jobs. He WFH and strictly only office hours, no extras. Whereas, I am out working long days every day.
15 years ago I was earning a lot more than him, but he's got middle aged, middle class white man syndrome, so his career is thriving. My career wilted on the vine a decade ago, just before I turned 40.
TL/DR I am reliant on him for money.
My health has been very poor lately, even now I'm fighting long Covid and that really is where short term problems have become long term.
An example: I feel over/blacked out/something in our en suite bathroom earlier this evening. DH has fixed the shower cubicle. I said thank you, he didn't offer me a cuddle, ask whether I was hurt I am but it doesn't matter, or anything else. No, he stormed back downstairs.
Even when we were first together he wouldn't cuddle me if I was crying or upset.
I've managed to eff up another marriage, I can't afford to live round here I was born here! As the solicitors fees will eat into out equity and I don't have that many working years left --comparatively.
I'm fucked, aren't I?