Just to caveat this by saying that my husband is one of the good guys…kind, reliable, respectful.
And yet I’m getting increasingly fed up with never knowing how he feels about anything. He works in a job he neither loves nor hates (but never complains), he’s lost touch with all his friends from the past (but never comments on it or indeed talks about his younger life or his childhood), he sees his family once a year and gets on ok with them (but rarely mentions them apart from that). He seems to have no big feelings about anything. It’s impossible to have any kind of emotional intimacy with him.
His mother was pleasant enough but very emotionally unavailable and almost quite Victorian in a way..very stilted. He was upset when she died (about ten years ago) but has rarely mentioned her since. He doesn’t even know when her anniversary is (or at least, if he does, he’s never mentioned it to me).
He seems to exist perpetually in the present in this ‘ok’ state. Which I know isn’t the worst thing in the world..but it’s making me lonely. I didn’t feel it so much when we were younger, as he was great with all the practicalities of buying our first homes and pregnancy help.
I also feel that he’s slightly too dependent on me, in that he loves hearing my news about my family (I’m very close to them) and is often keen for me to arrange drinks with local friends. I struggle to see what he ‘brings to the party’ sometimes.
It’s not like I suddenly want him to be unhappy and pouring his heart out in distress, but he just seems to have no emotional vulnerability. He’s such a closed book in a lot of respects and I feel the gap is widening. I feel like I’ve emotionally outgrown him in some ways.