I realised at the week end that if I met DH now, 17 years after we got together, don't think I would give him a 2nd look. Used to love the talking we did, the social life we shared. Now 'my' friends are an irritation to him (can barely even be polite enough to stay awake sometimes), his friends are an anathema to me (have nothing in common with them), and the kids are merely an annoyance to him most of the time.
WTF happened to my alive, spontaneous, frivolous man I met all those years ago, the man who wanted to be the Dad to his kids his Father never was?? When did the Grumpy Old Men steal his thunder???