We just don't connect anymore. I'm too rigid and he's too carefree. That's how I see it. We are sort of like the parents in Mrs. Doubtfire in the beginning. I think Sally Field's comment is "You're always the good guy having fun, and then I have to clean up the mess." I'm paraphrasing, but that's how it seems. I feel like he's my third child, and that I have to do everything around here. He's a good father, holds up more than one half of the financial responsibilities, pays the bills, does some stuff around here after I ask 60 times, but... I'm just so resentful that he leaves me so much work to do (all work that he says I choose to do), that I don't know if I love him anymore. He senses it and doesn't know if he's "in love" with me anymore. We never take time for the two of us-mostly because we work opposite schedules, both have activities to do with the kids, and he refuses to give up a STUPID hobby of his. We've tried to talk it out, but we just fight. All we do is fight! HELP! We are so close to divorcing, but it really isn't what either of us wants. So, after 15 years together, 11 years of those years married, with a 5 year old, 10 year old, a dog and a load of stuff to do around the house all the time, do we start over! There's so much hurt, resentment and crap that we don't how to recover.
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