Dh commented yesterday that it didn't seem as long as a year ago that we had our last wedding anniversary. Well, it did to me, as I remember it as the last time we made love. In a long discussion last summer, he told me that it had only happened because I was clearly hoping for it and not because it gave him any pleasure. I had hoped that it was perhaps a sign that he would like to make love if the time was right, that is, when he wasn't exhausted and stressed.
He has his own business and is only carrying on to support me and the children, as it is completely draining. He has told me that he can only keep going if he grits his teeth every single day and that he hates his life. Once the youngest is through school, he wants to sell the house and business, and get away from all responsibility. That's in about a year's time. I live on egg shells as I am regularly told that there is no way that I can understand his pressures and that talking about it all only makes matters worse. i don't know if he wants any of us in his future.
I really don't know why I'm writing this here. I just want to see if there are any answers or suggestions, i suppose. It is a lonely business and i am definitely making things worse rather than better. I have read up everything I can and I have tried very hard to be cheerful in front of him, but often I come across as moody and gloomy. I have got on with my own life and work, and I've tried to keep calm. I know that everything's just such a waste though.
I long so much to be the woman that he could have a laugh with and who would turn him on. It's unbearable to go without kisses and hugs. I get such a build up of anger and disappointment at all the wasted opportunities, the summer holidays (yes, we do take the children away, and I've even been with him on trips alone).
I realise that for me, the highlight of the summer holiday was the hope that he would want to make love. It sometimes happened once in the fortnight, sometimes never. Then when the holiday was over, I would blurt out that I was disappointed, and he would get cross (obviously) and say that the last thing he would want to do after a nice day out and a botle of wine was to put in all that efort making love when it brought him no pleasure, it was just work. It wasn't like this to start with. He's good looking, kind and funny. He could probably have any woman he wanted, but he hasn't strayed either.
When the children were little, I could give them a good hug and kiss them when they were asleep. So lovely! I really seem to need that. My anger has had horrible repercusions on the family. I so want to have fun and be carefree. But it's a start to be writing this. I'm terrified.