I’m in a very unhappy marriage. My DH was ok until we had a baby, then he refused to support me or do his share, even when I had a nervous breakdown from the sheer burden of round the clock childcare. He dumped the baby on me and refused to adjust his hours so I could continue working. I can’t even work evenings because he insists he needs to be able to work late and swan off on overnight business trips at short notice.
I threatened that if he didn’t give me a break I’d call the health visitor and tell her I couldn’t cope, and he said if I did that he’d divorce me and take the baby off me, and throw me out of my home because he pays the mortgage. So I struggled on.
DC is five now and easier to cope with but I’ll never forgive DH. I can’t stand to have him touch me. We haven’t had sex since before I got pregnant. We don’t even kiss - I don’t want to. He regularly goes in a sulk because I reject him. He’s constantly in a bad mood and puts me down regularly, I can’t do anything right. To top it off, after I was tied down with a baby he revealed some submissive fetishes which turn me off because I prefer a dominant man.
In a nutshell our marriage is over. But I never saw the point of leaving because it would disadvantage DC. If we had to pay for two separate households I’d have to work full time and have less time for DC, and DC would have to give up expensive hobbies like sport and dance. And it’s not like I’m going to find a new partner as a divorced middle aged mum anyway. I couldn’t even find love as a single woman in my twenties so what chance do I have now? I’ve only met two men in my entire life who I was even attracted to, so the odds of finding a new partner are minuscule. In other words I’m not missing out by staying married for DC.
But I ache for someone to love and care about me, and I desperately want sex. Still there’s no point in leaving because I wouldn’t be able to get those things even if I got divorced, so I might as well stay for DC. It breaks my heart to accept that I just never found love in my lifetime. I’ve been seeing a counsellor because I keep thinking I’m going to die soon, because I have no future and nothing to live for. All my future holds is raising DC and then death. I’ve considered that I might just kill myself when DC is 18 and doesn’t need me any more.
Anyway, recently I met someone who I felt attracted to. Nothing is going to happen - he’s fifteen years younger than me and presumably wants kids that I couldn’t produce. I’m not an idiot - I know that a young handsome man has a million options that are better than a middle aged mother. But it just surprised and saddened me that I’m still capable of these feelings. We talked and he made me feel interesting and attractive for the first time in years, and I can’t help wishing that I was fifteen years younger and single so I could pursue him. I want to keep that feeling he made me feel, because it’s the first time in years that I’ve felt any hope or longing, or even a desire to live.
I don’t know what the point of this is. Lonely middle aged mum is sad that nobody loves her or ever will, and wishes she was young again so she could have another chance. It’s the oldest story in the book. I know I need to stop whining and focus on doing the best for DC. I just feel so lost and sad.