10 years married and I feel so sad that this is my marriage.
I grew up in a dysfunctional home where there was domestic abuse and alcohol, left home in my late teens. Went to uni and had a couple of bad relationships. Had lots of therapy. Got a good job and met some nice friends (or so I thought) and through these people met my now DH at age 26.
Got married and had our first DC at 28. He was 8 years older.
I look back and I knew that this man was not for me. It took my colleagues months to persuade me to go on a date with him because he wasn't my cup of tea. Everyone convinced me what a great, lovely, wonderful, gentle giant he was. They all adored him. I thought that perhaps this is where I'd gone wrong before with my other relationships, I'd been attracted to bad boys. So I went with it and slowly started to like and eventually love him. He was lovely to me for the first two years although had some quirks.Life was nice. He was kind. He would surprise me with small, affectionate, thoughtful gifts, he enjoyed touching me. We travelled a lot. But I started disliking his friends because I realised they were arrogant and cocky and behaved like they were aloof. Little did I realise that he had this edge too.
We had our first DC and it all went downhill very slowly. He just wanted to continue his freedom with his friends and I was lumbered with a baby and he made me feel like I was needy and unreasonable for expecting him to be around at weekends. Our marriage became sexless and he revealed to me that he had never really been bothered about sex. Hand holding stopped, no more compliments at all, no love. I felt like a household applicance. Things got better after a year so we had our second DC soon after and then he completely stopped saying he loved me at all. He hasn't said it at all for 4 years.
All he talks about is mundane, practical tasks all the time. He's very task focused. There are no jokes, no love, no sex, no affection. I feel like I'm in a desert. He sleeps in the spare room where he can watch his documentaries in peace. Neither of us see those friends anymore who fixed us up in the first place. It turns out that they weren't particularly nice about me behind my back.
I also know now that due to some of his behaviours which were masked in the beginning, DH is quite possibly neurodivergent. I'm not looking for anyone to suggest a diagnosis for him and regardless of any reasons for why he is the way he is, I am so unhappy.
I know everyone will flock to tell me to leave him if I'm as sad as I am, but it doesn't feel that simple to me. All I ever wanted after my shitty upbringing was a family of my own. My children are my absolute world and I have hobbies- I run, gym, go to a craft class weekly but absolutely nothing replaces having my children at home with me where they belong, I also have a good job. I can not stand the thought of sharing the children. I've explored my options too- seen a solicitor, a financial advisor and spoken to my mortgage broker and I can afford to leave him but financially, it's incredibly tight. I have single mum friends who have to use foodbanks if their washing machine breaks or they need new tyres because there is no extra money. They earn not much less than I do. I can't bare the thought of living like that. Currently we're not particularly comfortable but certainly not poor either.
I seem to swing between choosing to stay for my children and choosing to leave to give me the opportunity to meet someone who is actually meant for me. I would never change my children for the world but I can't help but imagine what my life would be like now if I'd have ignored those work colleagues and waited for someone to come along who was right for me. I'm trapped with a man I don't love and who does not love me.
He's more like a father figure than a friend or housemate too, directing me on what needs to be done next with his task lists, giving his opinion on how I should deal with this and that. It's shit. He's not forcefully controlling, he just acts like he's my parent or something which is weird. He doesn't take care of his appearance or his health and I am just stumped sometimes that this is the man I chose and this is my life. Sometimes, I feel so mad with myself that he's the one I married.
But I can't be away from my children 50% of the time or even close to it. I just don't see that outcome making me any happier than this outcome on the whole. It would be like swapping one shit life for another, one where I also have less money too. Of course, I may meet someone else, but there is no guarantee and I wouldn't like to take a risk on it.
I feel like I've failed.
There is no relationship therapy or talking to him either. Been there, tried that, complete waste of time.
I'm 38 years old, there has to be more to marriage than this?
I think I need a hand hold.