Been with my husband for 7 years, married nearly a year. We have a 3 year old and a baby due soon. I had serious doubts about marriage, and actually called off a wedding in the early stages of planning a year before we got married. We had a stillbirth and married 8 weeks later and it was driven from a place of grief and wanting a family unit to get me through it. I desperately wanted to fall pregnant again and did, here I am. Unfortunately I realise too late that I shouldn't of. My heart sinks when I see happy couples. We are just so not in love and incompatible that it's staggering we've made it this far. We are very separate and distant and that used to be the worst of it but I think resentment is building and we are both snappier and off towards each other.
I've decided that in two years I'm going to leave if I still feel this way. The kids will be young enough to not remember too much, I will be 28, the youngest won't be so tiny that I can't cope alone. Hopefully I will be young enough to marry for the right reasons one day.
This is totally depressing, right? Why do I feel such insane relief, hope and weirdly joy at this plan?