Damn - yeah we're probably more alike than I initially thought. I too kept thinking that everything would get better once I got out of school. I was just so freaking busy during all that that I never really took time to think about it all. Going to grad school during and after Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans didn't exactly help give me time, either.
The crap part was that I was earning about $25k a year, but borrowing another $18k a year while in grad school. I finished and got a job making $80k, but I now have $65k in student loans that I took out so that she could stay home. I'd get greif for having a friend over, not watching TV with her, wanting to buy a video game every few months, playing 'M' rated games, etc. It was ridiculous. I remember that it was a big deal that I got to buy and play halo 3 - that was after I had graduated and got a job.
And I wasn't a prick, either - I bathed the kids every night, read them stories, played with them, on the weekends, I'd wake up with them. I'd often cook dinner more than her, I'd clean up around the house, do handy work and spend a fair bit of time hanging out with her and talking to her. Sex was about once or twice a month for me, and I can now say that it was pretty lame when it happened.
I'm sure a good bit of it was my fault, but I'll be damned if I didn't try. I poured everything I had out for her so that she could have the life she wanted, but she never approached doing anything like that for me. I was a meal ticket. A nice, respectable meal ticket. She quite simply never fought for me - at all.
It hit her like a ton of bricks when i tried to talk to her about it. I tried for 2-3 months before she finally got it. She moved back to her paren's, took the kids, and told me to see a shrink and get some anti-depressants. That was her solution.
When I later told her I was serious about divorcing her, she wanted to keep trying - to go to counseling. For probably the first time in my life, I said to myself 'Fuck this, and fuck what other people think is 'right' - I'm tired of going through all this bullshit so I can look like a model fucking person.' and I called a lawyer rather than a counselor.
There were just too many issues. We'd grown apart, and the only reason she wanted to work on it was not because she wanted to be closer to me, but because she didn't want it to fuck with the continuity of her life.
A word of advice though, even though this is weird because I'm younger, but w/e - don't wait until you're done discovering yourself to do stuff. Self-discovery is a constant, ongoing process. If you do decide to get divorced, and end up looking for a long term relationship with someone else, make sure that it's someone you can grow with - someone who will explore new places, new hobbies, and make new friends with you.
People change, and so you need someone who can change with you and who you can enjoy. That's not to say that things won't be tough from time to time. I hate to sound like a broken record, but seeing a professional helped me through all that.
Thanks for the open exchange - keep me posted!