Firstly, sorry this is long and rambling...
This is my first post on MN, I've spent a few hours looking through topics for someone with a similar story to mine but not had much luck. I suppose I just need to get this written down, I've been thinking about talking to my mum about this but she has plenty of her own issues to deal with a the moment.
I can't believe I'm going to write this, I feel like an evil traitor, but I think I may have married the wrong man. DH and I are both youngish, I'm not 30 yet, he is, we've got two children under 5. My first pregnancy was unexpected, we weren't living together but had been dating for a few years. We moved in before the baby was born and got married after. I often wonder if it would have worked out this way if not for our beautiful children and I know he's had those thoughts because we have discussed it briefly. I was starting to suspect that we weren't right for each other before I got pregnant. We're so different, completely different really. We don't argue but we're just different people with very little common ground. DH is such a good man, he was shocked and initially against having the first baby, but I couldn't go through with a termination, so he stepped up to the mark and gave up on a lot of his plans to be a dad. And he's a brilliant father and loving husband. I tried to push to the back of my mind that we might not have got married if things had been different. I pushed for another baby quite quickly and have been working hard on my career, trying to keep myself busy I suppose so that I don't have to think about things. But I had a bit of a breakdown recently, work had been getting too much, I'd been ill and sleep deprived for a while and then my baby needed an operation. It occurred to me while I was in hospital that I didn't love DH the way I should, that it was just a comfortable friendship. I started crying then and didn't stop for about 12 hours, DH and my children were confused and worried. The reason it happened then was that I spent a bit of time with my child's surgeon chatting, we got on so well and seemed to click, I looked at him and thought he was my ideal man. I've never felt that before in my life. You don't have to be a psychologist to see how needy, predictable and childish it is to fall for the guy who heals your baby but I guess having those feelings made me think my marriage is in big trouble.
I don't know what to do. Admit defeat? We can't change who we are. I don't want to break up my young family. I don't want to live a lie.