Long time lurker, first time poster... Apologies for this HUGE post but I need to get things off my chest as I am at breaking point and cant sleep
I am a 30 year old gay man been with my partner for 5 years now
I straddle the line between introvert and extrovert, meaning I love socializing and going out and having fun, but I also love having time on my own to watch my tv shows, and play the odd game on the playstation. In that respect, the relationship is good for those times when Im happy to sit on the sofa playing my game whilst he sits near by and does (well nothing really...) and enjoy my own company
We dont live together due to me being my fathers carer (end stage dementia) and finances so we see each other every weekend. Only I have noticed these last 2 ish years that we NEVER do anything unless I plan it, organise it, book it, or pay for it.
It was highlighted more to me because my best friend has been with his boyfriend for 2 years, and we as a pair of couples do things together but this is usually because me and my best friend organise something and invite our partners along. They have just moved house an hour away.
The reason this has become a bit of a 'shit' moment for me is that I realised that without the input of me and best friend organising etc, I can pretty much kiss goodbye to any form of planning with my OH as he literally does not have the ability to even hold a full conversation with me anymore, let alone think about planning something exciting for us to do.
If it wasn't for me organising and planning things, our weekends would literally be him coming to mine, sitting having a coffee whilst silently scrolling through social media, a forced trip out to the supermarket for dinner, cook dinner whilst he stays in the bedroom watching tv, eat in silence, go to bed, have quite frankly, boring sex, and then go to sleep. On the sunday, we seem to have developed a habit of laying in PJs until gone 12pm, and then not having enough time to do anything, before its time to 'settle in for the night' before he goes home.
He also has little to no ability to actually have a conversation - that doesn't involve work. Every night we call for an hour before bed, and 90% of the conversation is him moaning about his job, ranting about his boss, or telling me what his DM has been doing today. Occasionally we do talk about current affairs, the news etc ... but then all that conversation just depletes the minute I see him in person.
This weekend was a great example, arrived at my house at 3pm...apart from the pleasantries and saying hello to my father...we literally didn't talk for nearly 2 hours until he mumbled about being hungry... I try and engage in conversation, try ask him things to prompt a conversation but all I get is 1/2 word answers or "i dunno"
ITS INFURIATING.
When we do things with my bestfriend and his OH, he seems to be more chatty, active, interested. Its almost like he cannot function without somebody else guiding him and sort of 'forcing' him into being social/talkative.
I have also noticed that our sex life is pretty stale. Not to be too graphic but as I am sure some of you know when it's 2 men... theres always one who has to be the postbox, for context I don't mind doing either. However, I have not 'delivered' anything for nearly a year, as there is ALWAYS an excuse 'too tired for it' 'bellyache' 'ive got a sore behind' 'I'm not in the mood for it' - yet...he seems happy to be the mailman as obviously it requires no effort on his part
I have tried to talk to him about all of this, but he is the type of man who CANNOT take any form of criticism at all, he gets moody, snaps and just goes "yeah alright I get your point!!!" and then sulks. I bought up a situation during the late summer when it was gorgeous sunshine, literally all weekend, and we was up dressed on the sunday for 10am due to my fathers carers being in the house...
We sat inside until 2pm because we didnt have any plans, and his idea of a day out was "going to Matalan for a look around" ... raised this with him the other day as an example of how we wasted pretty much one of the last good summer days of the year by not planning or doing anything and he told me to "stop moaning that was weeks ago" - he failed to see what the point of me saying it was!
I am so sorry for this huge post, but I just need some advice/experiences/stories from others if they have every been in a situation like this before?
Currently I am my fathers carer with my mother, and I am under so much stress at the moment I dont know I can mentally undertake a breakup!
URGHHHHH!!!