Title says it all really. I feel utterly suffocated my my husbands need for attention and constant - I guess for want of a better word - love bombing. LTR of nearly 30 years, 2 DC in teens (uni and 6th form). It starts from first thing in the morning - as soon as we are sat in bed having a cup of tea he will say things like "I'm not getting and fuss or love this morning" - what he actually wants me to do is to kiss him, stroke his head and shoulders. Constantly tells me I am beautiful, the best thing that has ever happened to him, wonderful wife. It can flip to the other side - has a thing about "showing me off" but this means he will say things like - are you going to wash your hair before XYZ - I want to show you off. A few years ago when he had a deep depression episode it went the other way though with him telling me I needed to lose weight, was a turn off, wore frumpy dresses. And he can flip - If I tried to discuss it with him I would probably get "fuck off then" and him sulking and sleeping on the sofa. And if I am going out for the evening will say things like - you look nice - why don't you dress up like that for me/at home - you always look nice for other people. He wants me to be there all the time around him - but never actually wants to do anything together (I have pretty much given up going up to social events with him because he is never very interested and I would always be the one to organise it - so I just do my own thing now). The last few days he has had a bit of a bee in his bonnet about people dating after a partner has died. He has mentioned several times people he knows who's partner has died and then they are dating again (in one case it was 2 years later and he thought this was too soon) - and proceeds to tell me that he married me for life - not just my life but his as well and he would never date again if I died. He doesn't stop me doing things (he couldn't as I wouldn't allow it - and this includes me going away with friends or for a hobby weekend by myself, and I sometimes work abroad for a week once or twice a year), but I will always get "I don't want you to go, I will miss you" and general "poor old me all alone" guilt tripping. He hasn't always been like this but it getting worse as we get older. Only 2 years until (potentially) my youngest goes to uni - I can't even bear to think about what it will be like if it is just me and him at home if this carries on....