I’m ashamed of who I’ve become
my husband was the primary earner. I was laid off during the pandemic and wasn’t able to find a tech role since then. I fell into depression and anxiety and depended on him for attention and support. I did therapy and started meds but I wasn’t completely out of the woods. I cooked our meals breakfast lunch and dinner but he cleaned up after me and after our cats. I did the laundry as well. but that was it. he was tired from his job and taking care of my mental health and burned out. we stopped being intimate for over a year but he still wanted kids which i think was him avoiding the elephant in the room while still going after his dream life. we moved to another state to live near his friends who had kids as he thought that would be our support system. whilst i was still spiralling he was continuing his journey to buying a home and starting a family. we are religiously married and he wanted to marry legally once we reached those goals of moving state and buying a home. I fell apart once we bought the house and the wedding was a month away. I said I couldn’t get married and start a family under these conditions. I wasn’t happy in our marriage. I lost so much self esteem. I had no capacity for empathy. I felt like a narcissist, wanting him to plan dates or think of me in simple ways (I’ve always wanted to go bowling and never experienced mini golf and asked him for years, he didn’t do any of the planning, claiming he’s burnt out) but I wasn’t able to give emotional support or empathy when he was struggling either. We were together for 12 years. Im going to sign a quit claim deed to take my name off of the house. I have nothing to my name.
I’m moving back in with my mum in another country. Ive regressed and feel like I’ve lost everything. Im sad, bitter, and ashamed.