After discovering my DH’s affair we decided to try and work through it. However, it’s occurred to me recently that I’m the only
one putting the effort it, despite the many promises of how he’ll “never take me for granted again”. I do 80% of housework, all of the childcare stuff, and he literally can’t be arsed to get out of the gym to come and cook a meal to give me a break. When I’m run ragged and nearly crying with exhaustion (have some other shit going on which basically means I’m permanently knackered) he says “well why don’t you ask?” And I’m genuinely too tired to explain that I shouldn’t have to explain to a grown man who is meant to love me that when I am dead on my feet I’d like some help. I am literally his lowest priority.
I am coming to realise that I am getting nothing from this marriage in terms of companionship and love, he has no interest in how I'm feeling and will not share his feelings with me, despite me practically begging him to. However, I can’t deny that I’m financially better off with him, and if I left I would have to move to a shitter house, have less money and my kids would be fucking devastated. So. What do I do? What would you do? (Please be gentle in your replies, I’ve had a hell of a bloody year!)