I keep dreaming (day-dreams and when asleep) about being on my own.
Context: long relationship over 15 years. Lived together for 10 of them. Due to get married in the first lockdown but decided to cancel and plan again when things settled down.
Now all I can think about is living on my own. Is this the end of the road?
Since Covid, he doesn't leave the house. He is always here, but sleeps until mid-afternoon most days, sometimes later. He works when he wants, so it hasn't affected that. I swing between being pissed off and hurt that he would rather stay in bed than spend time with me, and relieved and glad to get home from seeing friends and family, or being at work, to find him still in bed.
He 'doesn't see' mess or dirt, so has to be reminded again and again and again to tidy up after himself, including disgusting things like leaving skidmarks in the loo and his toothpaste spit in the sink. I tend to cook because he has no interest in learning and would rather live off frozen meals or takeaways. The deal used to be whoever didn't make the meal was on washing up duty, which worked quite well for a few years. But he often leaves the washing up now, so I either have to do it myself in the morning or come home from work to yesterday's dishes.
The good points are pretty much fading away. We have very similar interests and senses of humour. He's intelligent and interesting to talk with, gentle and peaceful, used to be great with my nephews and nieces (but now refuses to join me on visits or outings) and he pays his way.
Is there any way to salvage this? I've talked about it until I bore myself, and he makes all the right noises, but nothing changes.