I'm a trans woman and going through something similar with my wife right now. So this might be a bit raw.
When I got married 13 years ago to my beautiful bride, we were very different but shared the same aspirations and goals, and we worked on them together. I used to think marriage was a partnership where each person helped the other achieve their goals. We brought out the best in each other.
Then somewhere along the way, or probably more gradually over the years, our goals have diverged, and - with no regrets - I began to dutifully become the male provider figure, and a father... overcompensating for my own incongruity. This year I admitted to myself for the first time I'm transgender, and after trying to understand how to support my wife, told her. And she and I have in earnest tried to make it work. We love each other.
But somewhere along the way, and through no fault of my wife, I gave up myself. In fully accepting the stereotypical male role, I also fully suppressed my gender incongruity. I became split... And I continued to split. I functioned this way for several years, sometimes getting frustrated with this or that; until this year I could no longer function. I lost the ability to sleep, and (ironically) to get up. I've realised now that what I was really frustrated with (and if I'm truthful, resentful about), was not acknowledging my own needs for so long. The only thing that's been allowing me to heal, is to try to follow my instinct, trying to understand - who is this person I've worked so hard to hide? I thought I knew myself so well, now to find myself groping in the dark, edging my way forward, trying to understand who I am again... Like previously I had a torch which only shone on part of me. Now, for whatever reason at 39, I feel like someone turned the light on.
This has left our relationship with a serious problem. My wife has been pursuing what she wants for the past years, apparently with a husband who wanted the same... And me, who's built a framework around myself, out of love for my wife wanting to provide for her in every way I've known how - by mimicking what I understood to be the ideal husband.
My dichotomy is I gave up what I want long ago, and now I'm trying to find my way back - but I don't know the way, and it's upheaved my life. It's not fair - it's selfish. I stopped for the sanity of my wife, and started self-harming and spiralling out of control. The horrible irony is when I allow myself to be me, I'm more patient, happy, confident, and a better person in every way. But for some reason, it's not working with my wife. There's this underlying frustration. It's not what I want for us at all, but I don't have the answer - I just have the question. It's a cr*p situation, and it makes me terribly sad to think about what I have put - am putting - my beloved partner through.
When we started together, we both nurtured each others' growth, and it was easy because we wanted to grow in the same direction. Now... We are no longer nurturing each others' growth, we're hurting it, fundamentally because we don't want the same thing. The problem isn't new, it started years ago when I split myself. At that point we started unintentionally building a fallacy, which made us both codependent to some degree.
Do you still want the same things? .......... Really really? If so then you really need to rediscover this right now so you can help each other. If you're rowing in the same direction but don't realise it, you'll lose something really special.
13 years later, I still think marriage is a partnership where each person helps the other grow and achieve their dreams. But as we grow older, what happens if paths diverge? Is it possible to predict our futures? If the highest love was to help another grow, then wouldn't permanent marriage sometimes be impractical?
I'm okay btw - I just wanted to open up with what I'm feeling right now as I go through a separation from the other side. Maybe there are some echoes that might help.
Hugs xox
Sami