I'm not sure why I'm posting but looking at other threads has some really insightful responses that might give me the push I need.
I'm in a sexless marriage where we are more like friendly roomates than husband and wife . I've been wanting to leave for the last 18 months but the thought of starting again and blowing up my life terrifies me. So I stay stuck, unhappy and lonely.
He isn't a bad person just very blocked emotionally and almost robotic in how we live. We met when his kids from his first marriage were 10 & 12 and now they are grown up and not around much so our weekends seem empty and flat. His main focus is work. When he isn't working his focus is cycling, either being out on his bike or spending hours and hours fiddling with the precious bike in the garage or poring over youtubes and planning routes. When we met he wasn't really into his cycling at all. We occasionally went out cycling together but in the last couple of years he only wants to mountain bike and practice jumping etc. At 51 ffs.
We stopped having sex a couple of years ago. It was a perfect storm of ED and peri menopause and now there is no affection or touch at all. I arranged for us to have therapy but he refused to continue going after the therapist wanted to talk about emotions and he says he doesn't have emotions in that way, he's either OK or angry. If he's angry it's generally all my fault. As he refused to do any of the "home work" it was just a waste of time.
I keep trying to arrange for us to do fun things, planning walks, trips to the theatre etc. He plans nothing. I didn't realise how selfish he was until we hit the pandemic. As everyone else pulled together, helping out he just carried on doing his own thing. I had groceries to find for my elderly parents, for the vegetarian SD who returned back from uni suddenly etc, in addition to struggling with anxiety. He never once helped out or showed any type of concern for any of his family or friends. If I got upset he would leave me alone to 'sort myself out".
But on the plus side he is stable and has always contributed jointly to our expenses. I just realise that I am living a monochrome life devoid of colour. My sister thinks I would be a fool to leave and says he is nice enough and I should just get some more hobbies to fill the gaps in my life. She pointed out that most of our friends are now joint couple friends and I will have to literally start again, new house and new friends etc. It feels like a step too far.
It seems easy to say leave but the reality of leaving seems so scary.