I’ve come to the realisation that DP and I have grown apart. I’m not sure when it started and feel like it’s just crept up on me.
I turn 30 in the summer and not sure if this is some midlife crisis I’m having, or whether I need to call time on the relationship.
I just feel as DP has gotten older (he is mid 30s) he has become so boring. He never wants to go out if it involves spending money, he never arranges dates for just us, all his energy and spare cash goes on renovating the house. I wanted to go on holiday abroad for my 30th (just a week maybe to Majorca , self catering / no fuss) as it would also be our son’s first abroad holiday. I wasn’t expecting him to foot the bill (I would pay half) but he just shot it down straight away. In 9 years we’ve only ever had one abroad holiday, to Cape Verde in 2015…..
I am the main earner and am quite ambitious / a go-getter. If I want something I will make it happen by hook or by crook. He is very much a plodder - even though his priority is the house, it is always me sourcing tradesmen, arranging work to start, etc. he never takes the lead with anything like that.
he doesn’t look after himself - he has put on a bit of weight over the last few years and has no interest in dieting / exercising. I have also put on some weight since having DS but I like to (try) and look after myself by eating relatively healthy and do a bit of exercise when I have the time and energy. He doesn’t buy himself any new clothes so all his clothes either don’t fit him right (too small) or are so old that they just look horrible.
we still have semi regular sex. Maybe twice a week unless Aunt Flo has come to visit. The sex is OK.
I just feel like… he is an old man trapped in a 30-something year olds body. I don’t want to be stuck in a mundane relationship. Even if we had a date night once a month… it would give us something to look forward to with each other.
he’s never bought me flowers in the 9 years we’ve been together. There’s never any romantic gestures from him. I will often run him a hot bubble bath with candles when he gets home from work in the winter because he job is outdoors. I let him play on his game console every now and then. I have to record any programs I like watching (reality tv) and watch them when I’m wfh on my lunch break because he doesn’t want to watch them.
I feel like a lot of my feelings are stupid and petty and I feel silly talking them out loud…
he does have some good qualities and he is a good man. He’s a good father and very attentive to our son. He pulls his weight around the house such as putting washing on at weekends, loading/unloading dishwasher, but little things such as, he will take dry washing upstairs and sort it into piles - he will put his away but my stuff and our sons stuff is left in a pile for me to sort. He will iron his clothes but not mine or DS.
he does cook but only things that come out of the freezer. He wouldn’t attempt a curry or a chilli con carne, or shepherds pie, because he “doesn’t know” how to do it. But there’s no willingness to learn. He doesn’t use the air fryer because he doesn’t know how to use it (instructions are in the kitchen drawer)….
like I say I feel like I’m just being petty and l am picking at all of his faults. Maybe I am. I don’t know what’s wrong with me all of a sudden I just feel like we aren’t aligned at all.
not sure what I’m looking for really. Just a place to vent and be sad! Thanks if you got this far! X