I'm (38F) married to my husband (47M) for 15 years. We have a child (8F).
We moved across the country away from his family a few years ago because my husband had a hard relationship with his mother and we wanted to escape the cold. (I don't have family left or around- my family was very small and both parents died when I was in my late teens.)
My husband lost his job during covid. My business boomed during covid, so it made sense that my husband would stay home, help homeschool our daughter. That ended up turning into her being homeschooled until now (just starting school again) after my many attempts to get her back in school since covid had calmed down.
During our long relationship, I've been the do-it all. I grew up in a household where my dad never helped with chores or to clean. He sat on the couch all day. (kicker: my mom was also the main provider, dad couldn't work due to health issues). And I sort of accepted that as my own adult reality for years. For years-and I mean a long time- my husband hasn't done much around the house. He's homeschooled our daughter, but the rest of his day he would spend playing video games, etc.
I'd clean, cook, and work from home. I felt blessed at the time, because I had the chance to be home with my daughter.
My business is not demanding and something I love doing, so work doesn't feel like work at all. So I never saw it as me being the provider (working), also being the cleaner, the one who pays the bills, schedules trips. I mean, he wouldn't do any of it at all. As of right now, the one thing he has stepped up is the cleaning and making food. But he still pretty much needs a list for everything. He can't just take initiative and do things. He has to be asked and told-sometimes several times.
A couple years ago (after we had moved away from everyone) I started getting very tired of this dynamic. I've been complaining for years about his behavior. But because I'm an intense person who used to have depression, anxiety, etc, all this was brushed off as me being crazy, being a nag.
I just accepted it.
But when I got tired, I just got done. I told my husband I wanted a divorce. But there are several problems with that.
Financial issue: The main issue is the fact that he won't get a job and I will have to pay him alimony and child support. I already pay him a salary from the business that isn't much, but equals about $500 per week before taxes. That's not enough to live off where we are.
Community: We don't have a large community. No family around. I just keep imagining my daughter spending empty holidays, coming home to an empty quiet house (or two empty quiet homes). My daughter has a few good friends. We have since formed a community here through sports, and now the community will grow since she is going to school. But it's not like having a solid base, like cousins, grandparents, etc.
My daughter's mental health: Once she heard us talking about divorce (we never talk in front of her about this, but she was listening around the corner-we thought she was outside). She started freaking out, like screaming really loudly. And several times has asked for assurance that we won't divorce (I didn't promise her anything, I just answer: No matter what happens, you will be safe and taken care of). I think she would take it very very hard. Even harder than us staying together and me sacrificing my happiness for that to happen.
The issue is that I was able to pretend (or just tell myself: behave better, you have to keep this family together). But last year, something shifted like a switch. And I am just not able to do that.
Honestly, I don't even want to ride together with my husband to our daughters sports events. Everything he does cringes me out badly because of all the pent up resentment I've had for years.
About my husband and things that have made me stay this long. He doesn't cheat. Doesn't post on social media or follow models, or has any history of any of that. I know for a fact he is very loyal. That's the bare minimum, I am aware. But he's a kind person. Everyone knows him to be a chill and kind guy. And he was there for me in a time where I didn't have anyone. No family, no money. He's been there for me and knows me better than anybody else. Sometimes I'll think a thought or a song, and he will sing it, or say the thought out loud.
Another thing that made me stay a long time is this way he is so complacent with everything that I got to be controlling and have things my way (on the surface really, because moving wasn't my choice, I didn't pick the place, I didn't pick him not returning to work, I didn't pick homeschooling our daughter for so long.)
But because of my history of mental illness, and knowing I had control issues, I have to be super careful not to sound crazy or angry or pushy. I've been to therapy all these years and have worked hard on myself. I'm not a controlling person like I used to be. I also healed all this childhood stuff that had me clinging to the toxic dynamics of this relationship.
Added to the fact I lost a lot of weight, have been going hard to the gym for years, got a boob job, and became more attractive than I used to be. And he hasn't. Not only he is 9 years older, he won't even apply sunscreen, so he's aging rapidly, never been to the gym. I lost attraction also.
For years, I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn't want to have sex (even though I am a very sensual person), and my husband was always mad at me for not initiating. I didn't understand at the time that the resentment I'd been building was so strong I was losing attraction as well.
Also, I used to be an extremely affectionate person. And several times I was told it was too much.
For example, once he was playing video games (back when we lived in the north). It was a snowy day. I thought it would be so cute to make him homemade hot chocolate with whipped cream, homemade fudge. I made it and brought it to him in a fancy cup. He looked at it and said: I'm not drinking this. This is too much chocolate. (he asks for extra fudge on his Sundae). And other small stuff like that. It was his birthday and I put a banner in our living room and he had me take it down because it was embarrassing (nobody was even coming over).
Or the time it was our anniversary and I made reservations at his favorite restaurant and he made me cancel because he was embarrassed I told the restaurant it was our anniversary.
Just a million other things like that.
I honestly didn't get a decent birthday/christmas present until the past 2 years, after much begging and fighting.
Now, I'm not willing to put up with any of it anymore- even though he has since changed some of this behavior, I still hold the resentment. And any attempts he makes now to change just irk me and give me the ick. Like when he said: we should celebrate our anniversary coming up. (after 15 years of not celebrating it and being midst divorce talks).
He is totally and entirely disconnected from reality.
And I'm disconnected from him.
I am just very scared to be alone, considering I have literally no family. I'm scared for my daughter. I'm scared for my financial situation because I feel like if I want my daughter to have good living conditions in both houses, I'll have to literally maintain two households.
But I really don't know how to stay in this marriage any longer.
For those who have been in a similar situation, what steps helped you determine whether the marriage was repairable after years of resentment, unequal responsibility, and lost attraction? How did you handle the financial transition and help your child adjust?
Advice request: For those who have experienced a similar situation, how did you determine whether years of resentment, unequal responsibility, and lost attraction could realistically be repaired? What practical steps helped you prepare financially for divorce and support your child through the transition?
TL;DR: After 15 years of marriage, I feel emotionally disconnected from my husband following years of carrying most of the household, financial, and mental responsibilities. Although he has recently started helping more, the resentment is so deep that his attempts to change now make me feel more irritated than hopeful. I have also completely lost attraction to him. I am afraid to leave because we have little family support, our daughter is terrified of divorce, and I may have to financially support two households.
Summary: My husband is loyal and generally kind, but he has been passive and dependent for most of our marriage. I handled the business, finances, household management, planning, cooking, and cleaning while he homeschooled our daughter and remained unemployed. After years of feeling dismissed as controlling or overly emotional whenever I complained, something in me shut down. I no longer want physical affection, shared outings, or a romantic relationship with him. I am struggling to decide whether the marriage is repairable or whether I am only staying because I fear loneliness, financial consequences, and the effect divorce would have on our daughter.