So I’m speeding into my 40’s and probably letting the ‘aware of life running away’ get to me. I appreciate as a working mum life is pressured, no fairy tales or frilly linings, but all that aside I’m really conscious of the other half and his ‘own’ lifestyle…. See his ‘mates’ daily, like 7 days a week daily. Goes out for work meals with them, experience days, over the years many weekend city breaks abroad, yet there seems to be very little of ‘us’ memories. Things have been really rocky recently and I changed my internet search from ‘is my marriage over’ to ‘how to save my marriage.’ This was really helpful and helped me instigate and guide some really productive conversations between us, and it felt like we were getting somewhere. I felt like I was falling in love and respecting him again. It was good. Until yesterday….. given less than 48hrs notice that he’s going away with the lads for the night to a concert?!?? I’ve inwardly lost it! I feel bad that first thoughts aren’t ‘go and have a great time’ when we do nothing like that. I suggest these things and it’s a ‘we should save money’ response, or let’s save it for a better time? I’m asking myself if he’s been making an effort recently because it’s faked on the build up of this coming and he didn’t want to tell me because he’d rather have 2 days of moodiness rather than 2 weeks? I prioritise him at every spare moment I have (when kids are with their dad), I don’t go away with friends or even spent evenings with them because I want him to feel prioritised, yet I don’t feel like that is returned? Am I being unrealistic in my expectations of a marriage? I feel like I’m only good for venting, cleaning, washing, cooking, doing DIY, gardening and decorating, bringing a second income to the table and looking presentable when it suits. Yet having fun, making memories seems to be off the cards? I don’t want to lose our home but at the same time I’m not getting any younger, I yearn for certain basic aspects of a partnership outside of a financial and practical one. How do women do it for 40+ years? Is it sacrifice, or am I in the wrong place?