I’m 58, my husband is 63. We have 2 kids, the youngest is in her last year of school, DS is older and recently moved out although he still lives close. Over the last few years I’ve started giving less of a toss about everything connected with being a wife/mother. I think it started during lockdown. I basically had a low-grade burnout about everything that involved looking after other people. I’ve put myself last for over 20 years and now I’m ready for a change. But the more we talk about retirement, the more I think that what I actually want to do with the time I have left is incompatible with living with another person.
To be clear, I love hanging out with my kids. Now that they’re older they are pretty independent and we have a great relationship.
But: I want to eat what I want, when I want. I’m sick of catering to everyone’s different diets and intolerances and fads and preferences. I want to be able to play video games till 4 am and have a long nap in the afternoon if I feel like it. Maybe I won’t put the dishwasher on every evening. Maybe I won’t unload it in the morning. Maybe I’ll go and live in Thailand for 6 months. Maybe I’ll walk to Machu Pichu.
The idea of living alone sounds like heaven to me. When my husband goes away it feels like a holiday. A weight is lifted from me. The only positive thing he brings to the household is money. And yet even then I feel like I’d be happier just making do with what I earn (which is a lot less than him), rather than trying to guess whether I’m “allowed” or “entitled” to spend joint money on myself.
Over the 20+ years we’ve been together I’ve fallen into the habit of avoiding any kind of confrontation, or even really any kind of mild “look you have a habit of doing X which is a bit thoughtless because it means I have to Y so would you mind trying not to?” because he lashes out (verbally) and it ends up being about how I am hurtful and thoughtless. So I tend to shut up and avoid saying anything that might lead to confrontation.
Could try couples counselling I suppose but frankly I’m not really interested in mending the relationship. I just want to be on my own.
I’d leave now but my daughter would be devastated. I think I should at least stay until she’s finished her A-levels. There’s no bad atmosphere as such. My husband would also be shocked if he knew this was what I was thinking.
So the question I’m asking I suppose is: is it ok to be a shit to my husband, by letting him think everything is ok for another year, in order to be less of a shit to my daughter? She’s going to take it badly whenever it happens and I’m worried it will affect our relationship. My son I think would be more sympathetic.