I'm afraid I might have outgrown my husband.
He lost his job in June 2009, which prompted me to "officially" start working as a freelance writer. I've always wanted to write for a living. The long-overdue realization that I can control my own life has led to a strong desire to gain more clarity, control, and happiness.
I feel like my family is getting in the way of these goals, however.
I care about my husband and our kids very much, but I don't feel like any of them care much about me.
Since we were married six years ago, my husband has relied on me to handle every aspect of running a household - everything from general chores such as dishes and laundry to cooking, paying the bills, balancing bank accounts, and taking care of the children. He looks to me to help him remember basic details of his own life, such as our address, phone number, and the names of our utility companies. If you asked him his own Social Security number, he'd look at me to remind him. Now, on top of those "duties", I'm also trying to find the time and energy to spend four to eight hours a day writing.
Needless to say, this is overwhelming. I've spoken to him about taking on some extra duties around the house several times - about once a year, we have a day-long argument about it - but nothing has changed.
I've recently begun trying to switch myself over to a nocturnal schedule, in order to get a good six to eight hour stretch of time during the night in which I can actually work in peace. This means that my husband has to watch the kids while I sleep in the afternoons - generally from noon until six or seven. They're still very young so they're asleep from noon until three or four, meaning he only actually has to watch them for four hours at the most.
He understands that I need to get a decent amount of sleep in order to be productive and alert, yet he continues to interrupt me to announce the baby is crying, or she needs to be changed, or that he can't find something in the house; and, if I manage to get some sleep, when I get up (between five and six thirty), I usually find that the kids haven't been fed, he's done nothing to tidy the house, and as soon as I come out of the bedroom, he goes in to play video games.
This, by the way, is pretty much all he does - from the time he wakes up until he's too exhausted to stare at the computer screen. He might watch the kids for me for an hour, but he'll complain the whole time; and it takes me two days of repeated asking to convince him to go to the grocery store.
Again, I've spoken to him about this. Whenever I try to communicate my needs, he finds a way to turn my words around so that *he* is the victim, and makes me feel terrible for complaining - and, like I said, nothing changes.
I'm not sure if I'm in love with him anymore. I care about him; I like spending time with him - but I really dislike living with him. His utter lack of appreciation, gratitude, or participation makes me feel lonely, resentful, and frustrated. I tell him this at least once a year. He doesn't seem to care.
His interests, tastes, and hobbies are almost completely different from mine. When we first got together, I was happy to indulge in junk food, alcohol, recreational drugs, and endless video games, but now, I want to try to cut those influences out of my life. I know that making those changes while he's around will lead to endless mockery, which will erode my self-discipline and make me feel "stupid" for making these new choices. As it is, my opinions and viewpoints are regularly rejected out of hand, and I've grown accustomed to "keeping my mouth shut" whenever he comes up with an idea because voicing my own thoughts will only lead to derision and argument. This is especially pronounced when it comes to spending - he's a big spender, while I'm more conservative about money.
He is a fantastic lover, but over the years he's become less and less considerate of my satisfaction, while at the same time seeming less and less interested in my involvement. I guess what I mean to say is, I feel like when we have sex, he doesn't really care whether it's me, someone else, or nobody at all; and if I'm not satisfied, he doesn't care. It's getting to the point where I try to resist feeling aroused at all because I'm fairly sure it will end with me being frustrated, embarrassed, and resentful.. again.
He is endlessly charming, sweet, and funny. This makes him a skillful manipulator of my emotions. I'm sick of being sweet-talked into changing my mind, going along with plans I don't agree with (such as borrowing money from his parents, sisters, or friends of ours), and setting my goals aside for his benefit - but whenever I stand up to him, I suffer through weeks of emotional blackmail and guilt trips!
Whenever we argue, his tactic is this:
- angrily defend himself and his actions ("You say I don't clean, but I loaded the dishwasher last week")
- accuse me of being selfish; mock me; sarcastically imitate my complaints
- swear to do something outlandish or extreme to 'fix' the problem, sometimes with an additional insult ("Well fine, I won't go to bed tonight, instead I'll just clean the entire house, since you obviously can't do it")
- repeat Steps 1, 2, and 3 in various orders and volumes
- sulk, pout, and eventually storm off; sometimes he also punches walls, furniture, or throws things across the room - not as an intimidation method, but simply because he can't control his anger.
I just don't know what to do. I care about him, and I don't want to hurt him, but I feel used.
We have three small children. I don't want to put them through the emotional and psychological havoc of a divorce, but I don't think it's likely at all that my husband will change, and I'm absolutely miserable living like this.
I don't HATE him. Like I said, he's sweet; he'll pick up little things for me at the store, or share things he's found online, or sometimes we'll watch TV or a movie together. But we generally talk about the same stupid things over and over (video games, horror movies, Adult Swim). Things that I'd like to discuss with him, such as books I've been reading, or current writing projects, are invariably met with a blank stare and a sudden topic change to something he's interested in. Sometimes he'll just interrupt me in mid-sentence to start talking about something he finds interesting. This drives me insane, and he's been doing it since we got together. I don't know if he can't hear me (I have a tendency to speak very softly), or if he's intentionally trying to shut me up because I'm just so damn boring, or what. ARGH.
I've thought that more time to ourselves might help things, but.. the few "dates" we've been on have been pretty depressing. He's not entertained unless he's spending money, and I get nervous when I know all our bill money is going towards his idea of a "fun night out". If it doesn't cost money, he's not interested. If any hard work at all is involved, he's not interested. This, from the man who told me he would have walked all the way to my apartment in Atlanta to meet me.
Love is a many-splendored thing, indeed, but when it dies, it gets ugly real fast.
What do I do?
Am I being selfish or petty to ask him to help me?
How can I talk to him about this, and actually effect some change? The last time we 'spoke' was in October, around Halloween, and I told him that I couldn't carry the burden of this household by myself anymore. He didn't volunteer to do anything, or apologize. I said, at the very least, it would be nice if he'd cook me dinner once in a while. I asked if it would be okay with him if I set aside certain nights of the week as "Daddy nights", where he would cook dinner for the kids and make us a dinner later on, and he said okay. I put together a schedule.. I tried to get input from him, but he was unresponsive.. and he never cooked a thing. I couldn't bring myself to remind him - the schedule was in an obvious place, he knew where it was, and I'd done everything else up to that point. I suspect if I had reminded him, he would've asked me to cook it for him!
I don't like feeling like I should ask whether or not he loves me. He's not acting like he cares about me anymore, and it hurts. I don't like being angry with him! My love for him is not conditional on his helping me, but it would be a great comfort and relief to know that I have a partner, instead of another person relying on me to take care of them. I am not his mom, and I'm sick of being treated like I am, and I'm saddened that he would treat me this way.
So, again.. what do I do?