Marriage feels like hosting a guest

I just have to get this off my chest. Juuuuust need to vent.

Being married to my husband feels like constantly hosting an out-of-town guest. I have to constantly anticipate his needs, his boredom, and be his constant source of entertainment.

I’m an introvert and he is an extrovert, which is a source of balance AND turmoil for us.

On the weekends (right now especially because I’m sick with the flu), I want to decompress away from our 2 small children and give him quality time with them. But every time I walk out of the room, he starts texting me and yelling my name asking where I am and why I’m not in the room with him.

We actually just fought about it because he says he’s never met anyone who is so miserable, which was totally out of left field given the topic of our frustration.

I’m just sick and went to pee. That’s when the thought clicked - this feels like when a stranger relative is visiting and you don’t get any time to yourself because you’re catering to them... except it never ends.