Me and my Husband were together for 20 years, married for 18, we have a daughter together and we got together when we were 21&20
He died in a sudden car accident nearly 2 years ago but as i find myself reflecting on our relationship and living life as a single parent i find myself realising how i've never been able to think for myself.
it was always like i was treading on eggshells around him.
We moved early on in our relationship shortly after getting married when i was offered a promotion at work, it was a significant raise, but meant moving 180 miles away, he was made redundant at the same time and neither of us liked the town we lived in, and our daughter wasnt born yet.
but this was usually used as "i gave everything up for you" if we ever argued, despite him starting his dream job as soon as we moved (it was a self employed Job with his own bike shop - cycling)
his dream job didnt pay well at all, but it made him happy and it also worked around childcare when our daughter was born, so he did do the school runs and worked the shop hours around that.
the other things i reflect on are any hobbies i had, he would always comment if i spent any time doing hobby related stuff, it was only 2 days a month at best but it was almost like i wasnt allowed this time and it used to cause friction where we would circle back to "he gave everything up for me" and he needed help with the bike shop at weekends rather than me going off "having fun without responsibilities" as he once put it
on the flip side he did a stag party in malaga, lots of mates weddings, events, even a trip to spain and other stuff he would often attend while i stayed at home with our daughter.
he refused to close the shop for family holidays so sometimes i would take our daughter to Cornwall on our own, just so we could go to a beach for a bit
i would sometimes buy myself a new top and he's go nuts about how i could spend money on new clothes, meanwhile moaning about how old his own were, and how he couldn't afford anything new, i'd offer to buy him new stuff as my income was more than enough for both of us, he never paid any contribution towards anything, and like i said the bike store didn't make anything so i'd offer to pay but he would always refuse, instead only supporting himself through his "dream job" refusing any help financially.
i once bought him a car that i had to say id bought "cheap" just so he'd accept it because i was sick of him driving round a rotten car with expired MOT and no TAX, he was awful at doing stuff like that, and i hated the thought of our daughter in such a death trap so i just bought him something.
we would also argue about home DIY and how we should decorate, if i didnt like his suggestions he would always say "well its your house i guess" just because i paid for it, but it was because a bright orange wall would have looked shit, nothing else, but i felt it was always a struggle and 9/10 times i just let him decorate the way he wanted and lived in a house i disliked.
we were also intimate often nothing excessive, we enjoyed cuddling early on, but cuddling soon became foreplay for sex and i disliked it then, sometimes i just wanted to cuddle without it leading to anything i explained this many times but often it was easier to keep him at arms length because the moment i expressed any touching it would lead to sex, and if it didnt he would ask if i still loved him, and it would start a whole argument so i just learnt not to cuddle unless i was happy for it to lead to sex.
then there was the whole phone thing... i have to do alot of research for work, and also answer e-mails outside of the normal 9-5 (i was a head of dept for a decent company) and he'd always ask what i was up to or try and look, i didnt give a shit and left my phone about anyway, he knew my password, but looking back on it, i would sometimes get a text from a friend and smile because they'd send somehting funny and he'd want to know what i was smiling at instantly, it kinda drove a wedge between my friends as i would be arguing with him rather than texting them back, so i lost alot of friends as we drifted apart with my ever dying communications with them.
but then he would spend lots of time posting on facebook with his cycling stuff for his company, i'd often try and support him with it, but it was almost like i was forced to work in the cycling company too, i remember every weekend having to paint something, make a poster, do an event, drive some bikes somewhere, i did it because i loved him but on reflection there was no me time, all my free time was spent doing house chores or helping with that stupid bike shop.
in reality i did 40hrs a week at work and some 15 hours at the bike shop a week on top of that, unpaid of course, i mean it started as a "give me 5 years to get the business going, and if it fails ill quit" which soon turned into 12 years and any talk about it was "me not supporting his dream" even our daughter had to pitch in instead of doing stuff with friends at weekends and i now look back at all she missed out on, she even hates bikes as a result of it.
and i guess thats where i am now, the bike store and my late husband is gone, and now i have all this time with zero hobbies and next to no friends outside my work circle becuase i just didn't have time to socialise
and it makes me think that actually what we had wasnt normal at all, and all these thoughts in my head are just driving me crazy as i try and find who i am again
i think this is all spurred on too after i went on a date for the first time, and the guy was like, "what do you want to do for our next date" and i mentioned i loved pottery once upon a time, and he was immediately like "ok lets do that" and i don't think i've ever had that in my life before, someone who actually thinks what i want, or am i just in a dating haze?
the only people i have as friends are my family to be honest, and even then im closer with his family than my own so i cant exactly talk about this with them as he was the "perfect son" to them.
help me make some sense of it please?