We’ve been together for 7 years (F33 M38), when we met I was doing a second degree, had lots of friends and social life and was in a very good, very independent place.
He had lots of hobbies and opened my eyes to things I’d never considered doing before, I was drawn to the adventure, but wasn’t entirely sure about the man, he was very good looking and was very determined to be with me, but I didn’t have an overwhelming desire.
We didn’t see eachother constantly as we had our own hobbies and we just sort of fell into step with a relationship.
A year in, I asked if he wanted to live together as we both were living in shared places and he said no. I moved out of sharing with friends and rented my own flat. He was there so often that I gave him a key, he’d come round and cook while I was at fitness classes etc and it was nice to come home to but the space wasn’t really big enough for 2 and he was there most of the time.
So when he bought himself a bigger flat and , he asked if I wanted to move into his place. It was the logical thing to do, but it didn’t really feel right and I really struggled with the decision and whether to leave my lovely studio and my independence. I wished we’d got a place together rather than my stepping into his.
I moved in in March 2020. We were almost immediately locked down together and it was awful. Our hobbies had to end and we were forced to be together 24/7 and it was unbearable. I broke social distancing multiple times to go and see and stay with my mum to get space.
On an intimacy level by this point we already had a slowed down sex life, and very minimal intimacy outside of it. He doesn’t hug or touch instinctively so it was all driven by me. I wanted to leave him but the fear of the pandemic made me stay in the safe place.
I don’t really remember what happened that summer but my the end of it I felt like it was us against the world. We went on a holiday to wales and had a great time, we really connected with the nature and eachother and I remember it feeling like we were committed to eachother forever.
A month later, I was pregnant.
At first he suggested an abortion, I couldn’t bring myself to, and we were in a good place and committed to each other now anyway, and it felt right to go ahead. I realise now how ill prepared we were, we had to move house, buy everything and mentally prepare for parent hood. We got there and it was okay! But motherhood was soo much harder than I expected, I felt so responsible and lost a lot of independence and autonomy.
I recall my mum asking him if he was going to make me an honest woman, and he said “if I didn’t love her and want to be with her, then I wouldn’t be. So it’s proof that I love her that I’m here. Marriage is just paperwork” that has always been his attitude. That his presence is enough.
He was and still is a good hands on Dad, he got involved in everything. I could tell he was smitten with our daughter from her very first second on the planet.
Our relationship was now centred around the baby and we became sort of dutiful and habitual parents. I struggled with the financial dependency during mat leave and felt like although he was a high earner that I didn’t really want to brave asking for money to get regular highlights like I did pre children etc and really let myself go quite a lot. He stopped doing his hobbies in lock down and didn’t pick them up again once it stopped, so we both sort of lost ourselves and let our appearances slide a bit.
after 18 months I raised the question of trying for another baby, I’d never wanted an only child and we were in the thick of it now anyway so why not go the whole hog, it’s not like we were going anywhere!
We did it, but by this time we’d moved to a rural renovation and I was feeling incredibly isolated. All our local friends were his, I wasn’t working and I felt like I had to ask him for money to look after myself, renovate the house etc etc. I threw myself into renovations as it made me happy but I felt so overwhelmed and unlike myself.
i realised when my first was born that I wished we’d married so I’d have her name but whenever I mentioned it, he went quiet or would roll his eyes and tell me it’s unnecessary. I grieved the wedding day dreams and said no more.
Eventually, I realised I needed to get back into society. Get a better job, move closer to my network, and try to regain a semblance of my former self.
I’m now a year in to the new version, well paid but full time job, kids at school and nursery and I’ve lost the baby weight, starting getting my highlights again and feel like I recognise myself again.
our relationship has definitely suffered through this as I’ve less time for him, for the kids and I’ve got more social events in my calendar so can’t just mush on the sofa every night side by side anymore. He heavily encouraged me to leave my job as it’s very demanding but I remembered the feeling of being financially dependent on him and refused.
I really thought that me returning to something like the person he first met might be good for us, but honestly, I don’t think he’s noticed. We still have a stagnant sex life and I’m not touched outside of it. He’s still never offered me a hug and hasn’t complimented my new appearance once.
At home, he is so good with the kids, and our life centres around them. He cooks fresh meals. Does all the grocery shopping and the dishes. We do one drop off, pick up and a bedtime each every day and the household work feels manageable. We still keep our finances separate which is fine now I’m paid better, but I know we’d be better off sharing budgets.
the one thing I struggle with is autonomy, with him cooking for me, I feel obliged to be sat waiting for my food at the same time every day and then obliged to stay there till bed time and go to bed together, just for him to start snoring before I fall asleep so I’m stuck there awake. I just want some control over that side of my life without seeming ungrateful for his cooking.
I see so many posts about women leaving bad men, about single parenting in their marriage so going solo was no problem.
I sometimes dream about separating and trying to find a loving partner. .
But would I be stupid to leave him, when it’s functional, low conflict, we have a nice house together and the kids are still little and he does 50% of the work?
I dream about being with a man who loves me and takes interest in me and gives me the physical affection I’m severely lacking. not one who couldn’t care less about my interests, who couldn’t tell you when my birthday is and dismisses my needs and who has domesticated me and made me dependent, basically made me a wife, but won’t marry me as he’s well aware that this isn’t love.
My needs are so suppressed that I know we could do this for decades. But I’m only 33, I still look young and now I’ve sorted myself out, I can turn heads again. Do I idly let my romantic life disappear for the sake of the kids ?