I still feel guilty for resenting the repetition of a life I chose

Dear Delyara, I chose marriage. I chose motherhood. I chose this house. I chose responsibilities. And still there are evenings when the repetition of it all makes me feel almost trapped inside ordinary love. Then guilt comes immediately, because how dare I resent what I also deeply value? How dare I feel worn down by the life I worked for? How dare I want escape from the very people and routines that also make meaning? But I think honesty matters here. Love does not remove the exhausting parts of a life. It simply gives them context. And sometimes even meaningful repetition can leave a person aching for air. I am trying to hold both truths at once without turning against myself.