I'm sure I'm not the first to feel this way, but I'm struggling to navigate the change from a hubby who always worked long hours and is now always home.
I have many interests and often go to do thing with friends. Hubby hardly ever goes anywhere without me. He spends a lot of time reading, and doing quiet activities. We moved house nearly 2 years ago, and where I've been quick to make new friends, he hasn't made any. His colleagues were his friends but he's drifted away from them.
It doesn't help that our immediate neighbours aren't really options for even a casual chat over the fence - one is housebound and profoundly deaf, the other hostile.
I crave a bit of alone time at home. I did reluctantly mention it recently and he said, 'I can't be bothering you when I'm sat in the chair." But oddly he does. It's little things - like him closing a door after me than I'm going to go through again in 10 seconds - my arms full of laundry - because there's a draft. Or him saying, 'do you think you should....' whatever it is the answer is generally no. I get the distinct impression he's trying to manage me as he misses being a manager. It's finding myself being pulled into a conversation about he minutiae of how best to stack a dishwasher - for the twentieth time.
I get it, he's at a loose end and not sure how to adapt. There are lots of local groups but he won't go alone, which rather defeats the object if I'm after me time. Even the joint ones cause grumbles because the time or venue isn't what he'd prefer, so he generally drops out.
I do think now I've mentioned it, he might take himself off to the chemist alone at least - he always asks me to go with him everywhere. I feel sorry for him having no other pals so I usually agree but I'm starting to feel suffocated. Then I end up pulling away more and he feels abandoned.
Seriously - help!!