"The hardest thing I find is just the lack of talking to anyone, well yes I talk to the kids obv but it’s not the same as a conversation between two adults. Sex I miss, for sure, but that’s the least of what I miss. The evenings are just so quiet, she’s in the front room I’m in the other room, it’s the little things, saying something to someone and seeing them smile back at you, a little touch on the shoulder or putting your arm round someone. Those are the things that I miss so much in life."
That's our set up too. In different rooms - or DH just not here, always working, never ever around and when he is at home he's busy going to the gym, running, doing more office work, doing life admin, never has time to look after the kids or do anything around the house to help.
But yes, it's the loneliness, the quietness. My kids are older now so i can talk to them a bit, my DD 14 is very switched and on bright and we have some fantastic chats but it's not the same as talking to a man or woman of my age - or as you say, to have that affection.
I miss so much the idea of someone coming up behind me while I'm doing the washing up and giving me a cuddle from behind. Just those small intimate moments which were never, ever there.
Sex is sex. We don't do it anymore. Affection is the perfunctory hug that comes when saying hello after coming home from work. He used to hold my hand years ago when we first got together but that disappeared once the children came. Now I don't think I could bear to hold hands - it represents a lost time and a lost person, or perhaps a person who never existed. It suggests we could turn back the clock but I feel dead inside. I cannot revisit that side of things. I am too angry, too resentful, even though i know it's not his fault. But it's been his disregard for everything I have given up, while he does exactly what he wants. Underneath I'm so very angry.
I'm sorry you're going through the same thing Apex3 so sorry for all of us, wishing for something we can't have and soldering on "doing the right thing", staying in the family unit but desperately lonely.
I've considered anti-depressants but I've heard they are difficult to come off. Has that been your experience?
To some extent also, I don't think I'm depressed, its' more I'm repressed. I can't live according to my needs. And I'm completely and utterly exhausted, physically and emotionally. Inside I'm still me though. But I can never let her out.