Its called "The Seven Year Itch" even tho it can happen anytime in your marriage. (Go google it...loads of info out there on it)
I too was married for almost 10 years when the "itch" hit me. I was confused about what I wanted...but certain that I was no longer
happy.
After so many years married he had slowly began to treat me like a child. I had a routine and had certain responsibilities that were expected of me and was scolded like a child if I didnt get everything done.
My husband and I worked alot of hours. (we worked for the same employer) Most nights he'd come home crabby and griping about work right thru dinner each night. Then he would plop down and watch tv until 9 and go to bed.
We dont live in a city. I've lived in this house since I was 9. I bought it from my parents right after graduation. I never moved out, my parents did. Its 15 miles from anything....so isolation is sorta built in. Years of begging to move have landed on deaf ears. So I'm stuck here in the sticks. (1982 till now)
We never went anywhere on weekends and the few times I planned a family outting he managed to complain alot and make me and the kids miserable the whole time.
Yet, he wouldnt let me take the kids without him to go have some fun....like go to the park or whatever so he would
insist on going with us and ruin our outtings. So I eventually stopped going out with the kids altogether. I was stuck in a rut! Nothing to EVER look forward to. NO friends (most long gone years ago because of how he treats everyone)
He's one of those self-proclaimed "perfect people" who have no problem pointing out your flaws verses his perfection."
He never seemed happy and didnt celebrate any holidays. For years I picked every present our children received. I worked full-time and struggled with our children cause if left to him they'd never develop sense of self, love, compassion etc.
He "re-connected" with an old friend from highshool (found on classmates.com) A girl he had tried to marry three times. (she always backed out) He began to email her and eventually calling her on the phone. He invited her out for two weeks one summer along with her new husband. It was clear to me once he set eyes on her again that he still loved her. All week he was a different man. He was kind and cheerful and even treated our kids like a father should with lots of hugs and kisses. He even helped with homework and read bedtime stories!(Guess he was trying to impress her).
One drunken night that week he told me..."yes, if I could I would still like to be with her." That made me feel like 2nd fiddle. He totally denys having ever said that but he was blasted drunk ... and I wasnt.
Two years I put up with this "friendship". Him calling her and ending every call with, "I love you too". It tore me up! When asked he would say she's just a friend and besides she lives in another state and is married.
I dont call my friends and I never told them "I love you". He wasnt "cheating"....physically anyhow. But mentally VERY MUCH SO.
I was sent by my company away for two weeks on business out-of-state. I was nervous to go but needed to for work and I had hoped time alone with our two kids would help all of them bond.
I cheated on him while I was away.
I worked 8 hours a day (along with 12 others sent with me out-of-state). We all went out for dinner each night and that usually led to drinks afterward. I spent the first couple nights "crying in my beer" about my lousy life.
One night my husband called me and told me his "friend" was getting a divorce. He then told me he had invited her to move in with us.
I got blasted drunk that night and wound up in bed with a co-worker who was my husbands exact opposite. He was lively, cheerful, carismatic.
I wish now that I had not cheated but was lured by my longing for living and pissed about him inviting her to live with us! I reasoned, at the time, that he was going to leave me to be with her. It was just a matter of time. So for the rest of the two weeks I partied like it was 1999.
Coming home wasnt easy....I was dreading going back to the "rut".
It wasnt long before I was busted.
He just flat out asked me if I cheated. His suspisions brought on by my personality change and my suddenly wanting to go out with friends and have a life beyond sitting on the couch.
We worked thru it. ALL of it.
Painfully. What happened, where and why. And I put my foot down about his "friend". I didnt like the rut and I didnt like 2nd fiddle. It's been almost 2 years now and still we work on it.
We resolved that we did indeed love eachother and we examined our lives prior to my cheating. He did agree as to why I wasnt happy and we worked together to change our lives...TOGETHER.
Cheating doesnt mean love is gone. It means things are wrong and if not fixed....well divorce hurts alot of people when you have kids.
We are both happier now. We go out with eachother (leave kids with a sitter!) And we take our kids places now spending time like a family should. We kiss more, hug more and connect deeply with eachother now. He doesnt call or write his friend anymore. I quit my job and have shifted focus to our family and our lives rather than $$$$. He plays with his children now. Giggles, hugs and kisses. Life is better for all of us now.