This is going to be a long one, so apologies. I just want to get this off my chest.
DH and I have been together since we were 20, friends since 18. We’re now 31. Things were really good - not perfect, there were some things I struggled with that I never brought up to keep the peace; he’s never once tried to give me an orgasm, has never really flirted with me or shown romantic affection because it’s not who he is, little things like will ask if I'm ready to leave somewhere and then walks off out the door before he's looked back to see I'm still putting my coat on etc. We’re quite mismatched in terms of me having very big dreams and ambitions and him genuinely having zero. But he’s inherently a good, kind man - always offering to do things, cooks every night, works hard, never argues. It was good enough for me and I was happy.
It had always been my dream to try living abroad. He knew that, and when we were about 24 he let me get weeks into research and planning before he said he didn’t want to go because his mum would be upset. She probably would be, but she’s also a really nice woman, not a nightmare MIL at all, and if she knew he was putting her feelings over mine she’d be livid with him. There wasn't really any more conversation - maybe I could have pushed harder, but it was very much assumed that because he said that, it was off the table, no further conversation.
At the age of 27 I told him I wanted him to ask me to marry him. He’d never brought it up before, and I struggle with communication (a big flaw, I know, I’m mildly autistic and I suspect he might be too) so we’d never spoken much more about it other than making sure the other wanted to marry at some point early on. We had that convo around Christmas, and I told him to propose to me the following year.
May came round, big holiday, no proposal. To clarify, I never wanted anything huge, didn’t give a shit if he got down on one knee or not. But it didn’t happen and I was upset and voiced that halfway through the holiday. I got a bit of a shit response, something like ‘it is coming but it’s not happening this week so don't get your hopes up’ or something.
Christmas came round, no proposal. I ended up in tears on Boxing Day asking what his game was. He showed me the ring. And still didn’t give it to me. He waited until 11:59 on the 31st, so literally the last minute of the year I’d given him. He didn't get down on one knee, didn't bring the ring with him etc. - which again I didn't care about, I'd have been happy with a casual 'hey, do you want to get married?' but it didn't feel like that at all - it just felt totally awkward, I didn’t particularly want it by that point, and I’ve tried to erase the 'proposal' from my memory quite frankly.
Following that there was zero conversation from him about getting wed, so I brought it up 3-4 months later. This is where it all went to shit. I'm sure he knew I wanted to elope, he never queried it, and then suddenly when I brought it up again he said he didn’t want to because he didn’t want to upset his family. I ended up breaking down in tears. I don’t have anyone. My mum died when I was a teenager, something that I’ve never quite got over, and I don’t have any other family. I hadn’t cried that hard since my mum died and he still sat there watching me fully broken down on the bed and saying he didn’t want to upset his family. Again, no consideration of whether we eloped - it was very much he’d decided and wouldn’t talk about eloping. Once again his mum’s feelings coming before mine. And to clarify, I know it’s a shit situation - me not wanting any of his family there because my own mum’s dead. I know it is. But I do feel he should have sided with me on that one day knowing how badly I’ve grieved since I was a teenager and the fact I'd have felt awful being 1. autistic and not a people-person, and 2. having no family to speak of.
So that was that, we had a registry office wedding and dinner with 13 of his family. It wasn’t as bad as I feared I guess, but I didn’t enjoy it and spent all day wanting to go home. I took myself to therapy days before the wedding almost as a preventative thing to try not to be too upset about it, which maybe should have rang alarm bells for me at the time.
At the same time I was struggling with chronic eye pain. I’ve had tension myositis syndrome before, back pain caused by stress and trauma, but stupidly at no point did I connect the pain - which started not long after I broke down in tears about eloping etc. - with the whole situation. I was in constant pain for about eight months, couldn’t see properly, convinced I was going blind etc., spent a fortune trying to sort it. Really did wonder if it was TMS again but couldn't possibly work out what would have caused it as I think I was suppressing all of my emotions.
Eventually it dawned on me what caused it and it was like overnight I put up this wall and went into fight or flight mode and thankfully the pain stopped, although I still have eye floaters I didn’t have before - not sure if they’ll ever go away or not.
This was 12 months ago and I’m still not out of it. I’ve stayed with DH hoping with therapy and time etc. it’d sort itself out. But it hasn’t. I love him and care about him deeply but I’m not in love with him. It’s like I’ve got the ‘ick’ for lack of a better word - I don’t enjoy spending time with him, I have to force myself to hug him and have sex with him. I wouldn’t say I’m repulsed or anything, my body’s still just ‘no no no’ and I feel disheartened every time I have to do anything with him.
I’ve tried to sort it myself for the last year without talking about it - I know, I know - but he finally asked me recently why I’ve been so distant and I told him, but I definitely softened things too much as he didn’t seem to get how much I was struggling, I don’t think. I did make it clear, or I thought I did, how much he upset me, how he inadvertently caused my eye pain and he barely acknowledged it. He didn’t talk about the pain at all and when I mentioned him not considering the elopement, he said ‘I thought we did talk about it and I’m sorry but I didn’t want to do something I’d regret’ - something like that - and that was it. He has tried - suggested we do more things together etc., but to be honest that was never the issue, we’ve always been good about spending time together. My issue is now I don’t want to no matter how hard I try and force myself - which I can’t imagine is helping.
I think deep down I know it’s over. But he really is otherwise a lovely man. If he sat and read this thread he'd be in tears knowing he'd done this, but he has. I know he loves me in his own way, even if he doesn’t show it in the way I’d like. And I love him, I love the life we had, and I’d give anything to not feel like this and want him again. On paper we have a lovely life - nice home, very good income - and I want a baby, time’s ticking, and he’d make a good dad. But I can’t make myself want it with him. The idea of having a baby with him fills me with dread because I already feel stuck and deeply unhappy. I cry constantly. But I just can’t make myself want him, no matter how much I want to want him - does that make sense?
To top it off I’ve just been made redundant for the second time this year. I am job hunting but my industry’s already oversubscribed and AI is still rampant. I think I have an interview next week which sounds promising. But obviously that’s another huge hurdle I’m trying to navigate now. Part of me thinks it’s a huge sign because if we split I could maybe give living abroad a go. And I know I’d work it out and manage, but I have no self-confidence and keep telling myself I wouldn’t cope because I’ve never lived alone before, and I’ve got nowhere else to go - as I said, no family, and I have plenty of friends but no one close enough I’d feel comfortable asking for help from.
I’m trying not to let history repeat itself. My mum was trapped in a very abusive marriage and when she was dying kept drilling into me to go and do whatever the hell I wanted, go and live life for me, and be happy. I’m not doing any of that right now. And DH is by no means abusive but I’m still letting a man control my life right now.
Anyway. Sorry, that’s a huge rant and probably barely made sense. I’ve only talked to my therapist about this so I very much wanted to get this off my chest. Not sure what I’m hoping to get out of sharing this but if I could borrow someone's mum for a bit, that'd be lovely!