I know I’m not the only one in this position, but here I am moaning anyway.
My DH and I have been together since we were 21. Married at 30, two DCs, now we’re 44 and the kids are 10 and 12.
He’s kind, we never row, he earns well, we are good parents together, he does more than his fair share of housework. I have no complaints at all apart from the single one which is that I am completely dead inside and I think he probably is as well.
I love him like a brother. We never have sex, never really even talk much. There is zero passion. I say we never argue but sometimes I wish we did just to prove that I am actually alive.
He’s in bed now. I’ll go upstairs in a bit. We are like ships in the night, our whole lives. If there’s a party to go to or whatever then we come across as the perfect couple, but I’m so bored I could scream.
A friend of mine discovered her husband’s affair five years ago. At the time she was gutted, but in a way I was envious because I knew that she could get a second chance. Now she has another man, seems blissful with him, in a new home and everyone’s happy.
She had the money to get divorced. We do not, even if we wanted to, which I don’t think I’d do anyway unless infidelity was involved and I had an excuse! It’s financially impossible without us suffering a huge decrease in our standard of living.
I don’t know what advice I want, if any. Just want to vent. Sleeping seems to be when I’m happiest. Is it really this dull till you die? I know we could go to counselling or do hobbies together or whatever but I just don’t have the energy and if I had the time and money I’d prefer to spend them on people who actually make me feel joyous and excited like my friends.
Maybe I’m just horrible.