I’m considering divorce because after several months of therapy and long conversations about the division of labor in the house (or basic consideration), nothing has changed. We both work, and I still pick up the weight for cleaning, cooking and planning. It has eaten up my energy and ambition for a more successful life. And it has brought out the worst in me. The problem is he’s otherwise kind, but I feel heavily manipulated because he conveniently chooses not to see the way it weighs on me mentally and emotionally. I’ve been patient, considerate, empathetic, etc. However I’ve also been brutally honest, and have even gone as far as to say that I think life alone would somehow be easier even knowing I’d probably have to work two jobs. Because coming home to everything I have to do has been a thankless, lonely job. I’d much rather get paid and have healthy boundaries at a workplace. Has anyone gone through this? I’ve gotten to the point where I have peace of mind with this decision. Like there’s no anger left. Just ready to move on with my life if I can’t have a partner who’s actively interested in running this relationship.