The only thing we share anymore is a last name and a child, but otherwise we have no common interests or passions. Sure, our moral beliefs and general outlook on life is mostly the same and we both adore our child and our parenting style is mostly aligned. And we do still love each other and have great respect for one another, but it just seems too mundane. We have no common hobbies, extracurriculars, interests, passions or goals that are beyond your basic day-to-day activities. Maybe it's just the romantic in me or watching one too many indie movies that don't stir a single emotion from my wife, who knows. I don't think anyone is to blame, or maybe it's both our faults. I'm having a hard time remembering if we really ever had anything outside the box to enjoy together. Where it kills me lately is seeing her have no real hobbies or passions herself. I don't really consider hours of television as counting when this same person used to enjoy painting and endlessly reading. Maybe it's burnout, maybe I'm overreacting, maybe it's the kid, work, Covid, age, typical hormonal dips in a relationship, or mercury in retrograde, but I want this person I gave my life to to also give some of their life to themself and find something that burns fiercely inside of them. I think I can still see the pilot light flickering, but I'm afraid it won't be enough and we'll end up asphyxiating in the end. It's hard to personally have so many things I want to share and bring her into when there's just no interest in even hearing about my latest developments and fascinations in the parts of my life that truly excite me. I know many of you will think "depression," "divorce" "delusional," or any number of negative outlooks, but I don't think it's those. Maybe more like a funk, and maybe I need to help her or us out of it but I don't know where to start. I don't think I ask for much. Just please look up from your phone when I want to talk about the meaning of life. It's starting to wear on me.