I'll bite. My marriage is in rough shape right now. I actually posted about it under an assumed name a while ago.
I've been with my husband for 11 years, married for almost 8 years. We have two young daughters. My husband has changed completely from when we first got together. He was so loving and kind. Everyone who met him commented on how much he loved me. He used to tell me about the unhappy home he grew up in and say "I'm never going to be like my father. I'm going to be loving and supportive, a great husband and dad. My family will always be so important to me."
Um, no. He works at least 28 days out of the month, and at an incredibly stressful job. He comes home and spends at least 3 hours a day on the computer, playing video games or watching videos on
YouTube. He has minimal interest in the kids, talking to them for maybe 5-10 minutes a day. He has even less interest in me. He doesn't want to talk to me, touch me, nothing. He's pleasant. We don't fight, ever. We exchange relevant details about the kids, the finances, etc. But he is the most disengaged man I've ever met. He mostly just wants to be left alone.
I know he's not cheating. I thought he might be but I put a lot of time, money, and effort on the line to find out that he really DOES just work that much and play that many solo video games.
It's multi-factorial, I think. He's painfully introverted and none too social. He was never chatty, even in the beginning, and I think that dealing with people all day just wears him out. Also, the patterns he learned from his parent's marriage are a lot more entrenched than I knew. His cultural expectations for marriage are very 1950s. He doesn't know any other way to relate. He actually told me that he thinks our marriage is fine. "We never fight. No one's cheating. I don't hit the kids. We work together to keep the family afloat. It's fine!" He refuses to get counseling.
My parents divorced when I was two and it was really, really bad. I don't want to put my family through that. I thought it would be enough for me to work on myself; seeing a counselor, working out, trying to be grateful for healthy kids and a steady income. It's starting to NOT be enough though. I don't need a roommate. If I wanted a roommate, I'd live with my mother, who would not only split the rent but also watch my kids and mop my floors everyday. I could live another 50 years. Can I live another 50 years without affection? I don't know.
The problem is......I still love him so much. Being a good wife is important to me. I encourage him to pursue his hobbies (karate, mostly) to relieve his stress. I'm a good cook. I'm unfailingly supportive. All I really need is for him to ask me about my day and maybe kiss me every once in a while. I could stretch it out and make it work. If I ask, he makes an attempt to meet my needs, at least until the next run of double shifts comes around. I don't have an answer. But right now, I feel somewhat unlovable.
I'm sure I'll regret putting this out there but I know there has to be one or two people out there going through the same thing, and maybe this will help them not feel so alone.