Been together 20 years, married 12 years, 2 DC 9 and 11. DH is is quite an unassuming man, relaxed about stuff, easy going, very unargumentative and reserved.
I'm the opposite (grew up in a chaotic, poor, stressful house with neglectful parents) and for a long time I needed order and control and my own financial security.
Then kids came along and I had to learn how to let things such as housework go as I couldn't keep it up. I did the majority of sleepless nights and my kids were terrible sleepers.
DH was always very relaxed about having any sort of structure. It was a constant battle trying to get a bedtime routine for example. I meal plan, DH would just order a McDonalds for everyone.
For the first 15 years I ended up being in charge - organising everything, researching everything, managing the kids. For the last seven years he's finally grown up. So he can now go to the supermarket without me having to give him a list, can put a wash on, can sort out the car insurance. I go out whenever I want, come back any time, I've never worried about leaving the kids with him.
He's very undemonstrative of emotion - I've never really felt that he's that into me. Whenever I've asked him about this he says it's not true. I'm sure part of it comes from growing up with parents who were never bothered about me.
I feel really angry now about all those years with DH where I did all the housework, food shopping, cooking, laundry, organising, sorting childcare etc. Because, as it turns out, he could do it but what? Chose not to? He says he felt that he couldn't live up to my standards and that I constantly criticised him. This is true but I felt so neglected and overwhelmed and unhappy.
So now things are a lot easier with the kids and we are both working ft so financially it feels safe. However, I've lost all interest in anything to do with housework, cooking. He's stepped and is doing it all without complaint. So why do I feel so over it? I think I want us to separate but I don't really understand why. My friends think I'm crazy - I'm the only one married to someone who has taken on so much of the domestic drudgery and keep telling me how lucky I am. Why don't I feel lucky?