So what’s your opinion or experience with the so called midlife crisis? Is it a real phenomenon, or something floated by Hollywood that’s merely an excuse for selfish behavior?
I ask because I think I’m in the midst of one. I think. Or maybe I’m just a spoiled little cow who needs to suck it up and deal.
Briefly, I’m female, about to turn 50, no kids, married for 20 years (to the same man) and we were together for 11 years before we got married. He earns 99% of the money, I do 99% of everything else. We live a good life, have enough money to have a house w/ property and do things like eat out when we want, keep a few horses, go on a modest vacation.
I am pretty spoiled. I know my husband adores me, he encourages my horse habit, and understands my need for alone time, and the need for animals in my life. He doesn’t expect dinner on the table, and doesn’t bitch about a cluttered house. He also doesn’t contribute at all to any of the cooking or upkeep of the house and grounds, and very little to the animal care (and he’s as crazy about the critters as I am, he took in the 10th cat and apologized to me about it!). His main house-job is to keep the computers running well.
So why, since I live such a spoile existence, do I fantasize about living alone in a bright little cottage? I see bright colors, wood floors, gardens and woods, a feeling of light and space and air and solitude. When he has to travel, I rejoice in my alone time, though I do love them man and worry that he works too hard and too much.
I’m not going to do anything stupid like have an affair or run off to a cabin in the woods, but I don’t feel settled, I hate the house we live in, and I just have this itch to have something change.
Midlife crisis?
Oh, and TL,DR is a perfectly valid response, and won’t hurt my feelings. Sometimes just writing shit like this out helps…