I must start by saying I married one of the good ones. This isn’t going to be a slate the hubby whinge fest.
So 8 weeks ago my hubby of 18 years tells me he doesn’t love me anymore. Or more specifically loves me but isn’t ‘in love’ with me
Were things a little stale? Yes. But this still came as a total shock.
Now fair play he’s been honest, but watching him keep crumbling and sobbing told me there was probably more to this.
Much of his behaviour recently is out of character. I’ve held him while he’s sobbed one minute and been treated like an emotional punch bag and blamed for how he is feeling the next. While I’ve no doubt our relationship is a contributing factor. I do believe there are many other factors that have lead to his downward spiral and depression.
But am I burying my head in the sand over my marriage wows?
It took a few weeks but hubby has accepted he’s not well. He doesn’t want to go to a GP or take pills but thankfully has been open to using online resources to help himself get better.
Returning to the he doesn’t love me anymore. We’ve talked and cried and both said we want to work on it. Finding ‘us’ again.
Hubby doesn’t seem to be all in though. He’s been yoyoing between saying he wants to work on us and clearly not wanting to be with me anymore. There's been no effection or effort.
His reasons for sticking around filter down to not having a better option, not wanting me or kids to have to move and financial.
I’m the main wage earner in our house. While hubby works he barely earns above minimum wage. Choices and decisions we’ve made over the years have lead to this. But they’re decisions we made together. We’ve always been 50/50 all the way. There’s never been my money and his money only our money.
So yes, splitting financially would be harder for him but I’m not some bitch that thinks I paid more in and the kids are staying with me so I get the majority. He knows for me it will always be 50/50 minimum.
I commend his not wanting to disrupt the family home, but to what detriment. He deserves to be happy too. As much as it breaks my heart, if that’s without me then I know I have to accept that.
And the kids should not be in a strained environment. It's not healthy.
I must sound so matter of fact about all this. Trust me my heart is breaking. All I’ve done for weeks is cry. Common sense tells me in time, I will get over it. Trying to envision life without him in it though just doesn’t compute right now.
So therein lies my problem. I can’t stand this half marriage limbo land I’m living in. But am I jumping the gun by saying no more I deserve to be happy too, when really I should just be sucking it up and supporting him right now?
I’m not even sure if my hanging on is helping or hurting his recovery.