Being in a Roommate Marriage Doesn’t Have to be Miserable
The key is finding meaning in other sources
Looking back on my marriage, I wonder when we went stale. It happened progressively, and it started pretty early on.
We are roommates, managers of the house, and managers of our bank accounts, but the days when we were lovers are long gone. That is ancient history. We have slept in different bedrooms for years. I also don’t feel that way about him; I see him more like an acquaintance.
He is not a bad guy, and he’s far from it. We work well together for the most part, even though we are incredibly incompatible.
The intimacy factor is a distant memory. We are incompatible, and there is too much water under the bridge to rebuild anything. In other words, damage is done.
What Went Wrong?
It is easy to trace back when things started going wrong. Firstly both of us suck at communication, and as I said, we faced problems early on that were never rectified.
I am trying to be better at it, but he shuts down as he is an avoider. However, when my monster-in-law was around, she caused trouble, and my husband failed to stand up for me.
