In January I walked out on my wife of then 25 months. It seems we had a far better relationship then than you two do now. Now that I’ve been on my own for ~5 months I’m a new man. Leaving her was about a 20x better decision than was dating her, letting her move in with me, and especially marrying her. She is not a monster; in fact I respect her greatly. But she is someone who wants all the things I don’t. And is insistent about getting what she wants, not what I want. And to some degree vice versa.
I am not you. What is important to me is not what is important to you. I am not in your phase of life (I’m 65 and just retired). But I would be running screaming from your situation and have done so long ago.
Being married is not about having someone to eat dinner with every day. It’s about choosing to walk side by side down the same shared pathway through life in every respect. Yes, there will be minor differences of opinion, and minor compromises. But if she deeply needs to go East and you deeply need to go North, that is epic fail. If one understands the differences between needs, wants, and whims, and the other does not, well that’s epic fail too. Of a much more painful nature.
With that intro, what marriage do you think you have that needs saving?
From your description, she wants a meal ticket and a sperm donor. And to stay at home caring for her babies that you pay for. I can’t tell what you want. But I bet it’s not that, or at least not just that. From the smell of your economic circumstances, if it takes two jobs to pay for a house and two adults, imagine what work it will take to pay for a house and two adults and two or four growing children? The idea of her starting work after bearing children is nonsense. If she’s unwilling now while her life is otherwise easy, how much less willing, and legitimately so, will she be when she has the burden (and joy) of baby care 24/7/365?
The fact your every sentence is dripping with resentment suggests you’ve already passed the point where anything remotely akin to delivering the things she wants will make you miserable. Correction: make you more miserable than you already are.
So I ask you: What good came into your life this week as a result of her being in your house and in your life? No need to answer me publicly, but think long and hard about that question in your own mind and write down your answers someplace.
If you can’t articulate how you’re specifically better off, it’s a darn good bet you’re not better off.
If the only answer you can come up with is “At least I’m not alone”, well I’ll suggest (having recently been there myself) that that’s a lot like a prisoner facing release into the world deciding he likes the company of his cellmate enough to choose to stay in prison rather than taste freedom again.
As the song suggests, don’t be a prisoner of your own device. You will hate your life and you will hate yourself for doing that to yourself.
I am not you. I am not living your life. But you sound very very similar to prior me in some major respects. Prior me was miserable. Current me is giddily happy. That is all I’m certain of.