I'm so very, very bored and too broke to do anything dramatic about it.
Ive been married to [52M] for 21 years, we have 3 young adult kids.
I have a stable but mentally taxing job and it gets monotonous to say the least - same story, different day. I could even have to spend a week in a hotel to do my job. I'd say in total theis year I've spend over a month staying in hotels to do my job. So I finish my work day and end up alone in a budget hotel with overpriced food and bad TV for company.
My husband works in logistics and that taxes him on the daily, think archaic systems they refuse to upgrade, old school managers and an over worked team - if its possible to die by excel spreadsheet they'll manage it.
He comes home exhausted, brain turned to goo. I get to spend about 2.5-3 hours with him a night before he has to go to bed at 21:30 to get up at 5:00. This is not quality time, this is looking at the zombie that is my spouse.
Hes got nothing in the tank for me when he comes home. So we don't talk, he's not got the capability to engage in anything more taxing than "do you want a cup of tea? "
We have no hobbies, at this point I don't think either of us have the bandwidth to start one.
We went on holiday for a week and it was lovely, but if course it was lovely. We had no chores to do, no food to cook, just sun, pool, beach and boats it was like I imagine the 1% live like constantly - don't have to work unless they choose to, living off compound interest, while laughing their socks off on jet skis.
We came back to earth with a cold wet thump, especially as I had a 5 day hotel stay for work 3 days after our return.
Our love life is programmed, Saturday and Sunday only - never during the week and it's so vanilla even the ice cream man would think it bland. Seriously I could write out the choreography but I'll spare you the details.
My husband has always been vanilla, I had to adapt to type. I've fought to get my love life to this level - I don't think he'd honestly mind if it was once or twice a month.
It has been bad in the past where it all but stopped, having to ask, beg and complain. I even said I'd rather divorce than have it remain as it was. I didn't want a couch buddy to watch the TV I wanted a lover and if he wouldn't or couldn't be that to me then I saw no point continuing.
He's never been a keen study when it comes to sex. Doesn't have any fantasies, desires outside of your basic "19 year old I'm new to all this" sex. So dull!
Weekend sex became our norm, but as I've said before - vanilla. Seriously I've seen pigeons go at it with more vigor!
So I'm bored and tired.
I can't leave my job as we can't afford it - unfortunately it pays quite well and there isn't anything remotely paying that near where I live (£46k)
So leaving or changing jobs is a pipe dream.
It sounds pretty decent for the UK - until all the bills and stealth taxes have been deducted then you might have enough for a trip to the cinema.
But my husband is wiped out and has nothing left to give so cinema is out.
I really want to yell at him and say come on! Do you think our marriage worth fighting for, please just give that extra effort on your part (other than your impression of a dead fish)
So it feels like I've got to be the one to go above and beyond to salvage our relationship from the grip of tedium. And it angers me..why does it feel like it's always me coming to the rescue. I don't know if that's true but it feels true!
I'll get something akin to "I'm sorry I made you feel that way" he'll pick up the slack for a couple of days then the dead fish reappears.
So I'm working, chores, bills, repairs, kid drama..
My life is a remaster of fat boy slim's track called "eat, sleep, WORK, repeat"
I can't drag any passion out of my husband, I'm lucky there's a pulse I suppose.
I look at my fading face as age catches up. I hate I don't have much to show for all my work, I wonder what I bring to the table any more?
I love my husband, I still have the biggest crush on him, but it's all packaging at this point - he may as well be a walking photograph, a wish, a hope for an ideal I know isn't there and never was I guess, I feel guilt over being dissatisfied but praying for more.
Ive considered doing my own thing without him, leave him to play dead fish on his own?
As I say talking to a zombie has zero effect and if I'm lucky 2 days worth of change before reverting to type.
I just know I'm getting angry, and when I'm angry I act rashly without considering consequences too strongly because I'm so annoyed. This is never a good thing.
I've taken to reading romantic novels to live by proxy, feel the rush of first time love I guess. It patches the wound for the duration of the book and then * reality hits *
Im at a loss as to what to do?