By the time we finish work, make dinner and put my two-year-old daughter to bed, it’s around 8:30pm. My husband tends to go to bed around 9:00 / 9:30pm. So really we have less than an hour of the day in which to talk one-one-one without a toddler crawling on us.
I look forward to this time but the second we are finally sat on the sofa together, he’s there with the remote in hand, ready to not even look at me until we go to bed and do it all again.
If I try and talk, he’ll get annoyed and say he’s had a long day and he doesn’t have the energy for it ie. me.
Since when is talking to your spouse such a chore?
I’ve had to insist on my “two minutes of eye contact” which started as a joke but it’s genuinely something I do to try and break through the wall.
But every time he moans and sighs, it’s like I’m asking him to clean out the toilets.
I’ve had a particularly horrible week, where my Dad’s relationship is breaking down and I may be about to lose my job. And even trying to talk just enrages him and I go to bed alone.
He finds talk exhausting but I don’t know how else one is supposed to maintain a relationship