Ive just had an epithany, a realisation that breaks my heart. I just need to talk it through with internet strangers, because if i say it out loud it will become more real.
But ive spent the morning going through all the photos on my phone that i took in 2022. And i realised that every single fun thing we did was arranged by me, not a single one was doing anything where dh suggested doing something, or even helped arrange/book/prepare.
Holidays abroad - booked by me, from flights to hotels to activities. Camping trips with friends, arranged by me - I'm the one who rushed around packing the car, doing the food shop, all the palava. Dh just turned up and helped put up the tent and did some of the driving. Weekend trips to stay with friends, or where friends came to stay with us - once again all me me me. Day trips out - you guessed it, me. Even our occasional dates, if i didnt book tickets to a comedy club or suggest going out for a drink or even a walk then nothing would ever happen. Actually, looking back when I've suggested going for a walk or doing something spontaneous with just the 2 of us quite often hes gone, "nah, dont feel like it". Little every day life things too, like the paddling pool in the garden during the heatwave, so we could all cool down a bit, down to me too.
The photos where i look happiest are the ones where im out with friends, where im being silly with the dc, there's hundreds of photos of me smiling. But theres almost none of me and dh smiling or laughing together. And that, well, that is a desperately sad thing to realise about my marriage.