I have that Kiss song running through my head now, thanks Oompa.
OK, now, talk about timing. I'm a UBM and am having the same issues, dear Oomp. JW hubby always tells me he loves me and when I answer "I love you, too", I feel like I'm lying. OTWO's post was basically "separate but equal"...you know, "I'll invite you even though I know you'll say 'no' and you'll invite me..." When does it end? What is a marriage when you are living separate lives? When do you stop being married and become roommates?
Hubby spent 36 out of 72 hours this weekend at the DC. He's gone Tuesday & Thursday nights, Saturday mornings/aftenoons (service & personal study) and Sunday mornings. He only does enough around the house and with the kids so he can say he contributes and when I bring all this up, his answer is "if you were with me..." and my answer to that is "when Hell freezes over". I've asked him to leave and he won't. Consequently, I'm dealing with depression now (we have a child, it's complicated).
If you love her Oompa, work it out, but if it gets to the point where you can't take it any more...bail. This religion is a cancer and it eats away at a person's mind until they don't know who they are any more and, until they wake up and cut out the tumor, they're lost in a maze of nonsensical doctrines and stuck on a hamster wheel of continuous busy work. And when you have all that crap, when do you have time to actually be a husband/wife and father/mother?
Good luck, Oompa.