Bigfishlittlefishcardboardbox39 ·
07/02/2026 13:14
Sorry this is really long. I’ve been with my husband for 12 years this year, we met in my early 20s and less than six months in to our relationship I lost one of my parents. I think it’s important to mention as that event definitely sped up the course of our relationship.
I will preface this by saying my husband is a good, decent, hardworking bloke. He helps out, he’s not abusive etc. Over the years, I’ve had a nagging feeling that maybe he’s not “the one” but he’s safe, stable and kind. We don’t have shared interests, communication styles, I’m emotional, he’s very placid, I do a lot of the thinking and have stepped into a more planning motherly role (apparently bought on myself because I’m a control freak). He’s very much a homebody and I’m not. We don’t go out anymore, or really talk apart from small talk and I’m starting to not want to have sex (mid 30s) two young children (4&8). He’s never been the type of man to have me howling with laughter, and I feel like over the years I’ve just gotten used to our dynamic.
We argue quite a bit, which is always instigated by me, he says I’m too emotional. He also says all I care about is money (going on date nights, holidays, fixing my engagement ring that’s been broken for years). It’s less about money and more about feeling like a priority in his life, he argues that I am.
Our living situation isn’t great, we’re living with a family member to save to buy a house. Our first property sold with negative equity. Money isn’t the be all and end all, but I do like adventure, he does not.
I love our family unit, but I don’t know that I love him, I care about him a lot, the thought of him being with somebody else makes me feel horrible, destroying our family unit feels horrible. I feel like the weight of everything is starting to make me depressed, I don’t know if because I’ve never seen a healthy version of love, that my expectations aren’t in line with reality. My parents hated each other growing up, I don’t want that. I also feel over the years I’ve relied on him a lot, I don’t know if I could cope on my own.
We did therapy, it definitely helped, but things feel worse now. I’ve told my husband how I feel, most of the time he says that I’m too fickle and that he loves me unconditionally.
All this to say, is it normal to sometimes feel like this? I have never felt so lost and scared. I can’t seem to shake the funk I’m in.