I’ve name changed for what will quickly become obvious reasons, but have been here for many years.
Been married for coming up 20 years, two teens, one of whom will hopefully be off to uni next year, the other one coming up to GCSE year. It’s been a very tough 20 years – maybe the first 4 were truly happy but then he left the armed forces and everything just slowly fell apart. I couldn’t do anything about it for several years as we lived in his home country and not only was I there on a spouse visa sponsored by him, but if I had left then I would not have been allowed to take the kids with me. We finally moved to my home country (as I was breadwinner and got a job here) a few years ago.
DH is massively depressed (though won’t seek help), has piled on several stone in weight and now suffers from what the GP reckons is GERD, adult-onset asthma, and sleep apnoea. The sleep apnoea is currently under investigation but is bad enough that I often sleep on the sofa at the other end of the house and he still keeps me awake with the racket.
He also has developed total ED over the last 5 years (and frequent ED for the 4 years before that) though refuses to seek any help over this; on one occasion I convinced him to try OTC Viagra but it had zero effect and he was mortified so it was never mentioned again.
He is loud and shouty and has no patience, frequently gets in our child’s face to scream. There are frequent complaints at work about him being ‘intimidating’ and I live in perpetual fear of him being fired for it.
When he has time off work he sits and plays on the PS4, or sleeps. Over the years I’ve tried asking if he wants to do stuff together, go out, find a shared interest, and he simply says ‘my plan is just to get through tomorrow’. He’s financially irresponsible and a liability, I am forever finding bills he hasn’t paid (I pay all household bills for this reason but he opens store cards without me knowing and doesn’t pay them, or doesn’t pass along the mobile phone bill to be paid etc).
We now live as affable housemates and co-parent as well as we can. There is precisely zero intimacy or physical affection (there might be a kiss on top of the head as he goes to bed but that’s it) and I haven’t had sex for at least 7 years (possibly longer but that’s when I started ‘counting’). I have a decent sex drive and this is driving me to distraction. I feel unloved, unattractive, lonely, and increasingly desperate. I see sex scenes on the telly and get tearful! I’m in the middle of the menopause and always hoped this would kill my libido so I could ‘match’ his, but my drive is increasing, not decreasing!
We have no spare room for me to move into, otherwise I would have been there years ago. I am the main breadwinner and always have been, he is on a zero hours contract and not interested in trying to get onto a more stable footing at work (which concerns me as his health is taking a massive nosedive and I can foresee a time when he will be out of work with no sick leave etc and totally dependent on me). There is no way he could take on the house mortgage on his income; I could, and could buy him out (just!), but he’ll never agree to leave.
I just want him to be gone. I don’t want anything bad to happen to him, not least as it would devastate the kids, but I want to be able to rebuild a life for myself without living under the huge black cloud he drags around with him. I could take on the house and all costs at a stretch, I don’t even want maintenance etc from him. But I also want the kids to have some security and not have to move home during exam years, and in any case couldn’t afford to move me and the kids somewhere else yet still pay towards the house mortgage so he can stay here. I certainly don’t want to leave him and the kids in the house and go myself as a) he is way too aggressive and shouty towards them and b) I couldn’t afford to rent a home that could accommodate visits from the kids AND pay my share of the mortgage AND pay him maintenance, I don’t earn anywhere near enough.
I’m so stuck, and so miserable. I just turned 50 and it feels as though my life should just be beginning. Instead, I just see years of drudge and misery until one of us gives up and dies! For years I promised myself I’d sort this out when both kids were in school and didn’t need childcare / when I got us out of his home country / when both kids were at secondary school / when eldest had done their GCSE’s…… and here we are. The big milestone for me was ‘when he has a decent job of his own so he can support himself’ and that has never happened, and is highly unlike to now. If he does end up living on his own, he will end up living in squalor and povery, I'm sure of it. There’s simply never been a ‘good’ time.
Two years ago we paid for marriage counselling, went every 2 weeks for 6 months and he would not only not do the exercises we were set, but would lie about it and say he’d done them. I would be sat next to him whilst he 'looked' at a blank page in an empty notebook and ‘read out’ his responses to the questionnaire or whatever we had been set. I eventually said to him, that to show me he was committed he could arrange the next appointment. That was 18 months ago and I’m still waiting.
Day to day we struggle on, are friendly to one another and do things for one another (he mows the lawn, I do his laundry, etc). We’ll even have ‘good’ days where we get along just fine as ‘friends’, kids are happy, there are no arguments, and then I’ll think I’m exaggerating to myself how bad things are. But I want a ‘partner’ in life, someone to go out and go places, shared interests, and I most definitely want a love life.
What do I do? Where do I start?