We've got four kids. Okkkk, I'll spit it out. He was working stupid hours, three nights per week if he got in before 10pm it ws a bonus, stress of the job meant he was permanently criticising me. If i did a thousand things a day he'd focus on the one thing I hadn't. I was like a coiled spring, I'd have to psyche myself up for him coming home and I'd be constantly asking "what is it? what did I do wrong today?" I realised I had got so used to it I had begun to accept that as normal.
Around this time a man I've known for years delcared his undying love for me, I suppose I was flattered, here was someone telling me the sun shone out of my arse while my own husband couldn't seem to find a thing I did, right. There was not a single thing about me, that makes me the person I am that wasn't put down/criticised. The way I look, the way I look after the kids and house. If I had a night out I was "taking food from the kid's mouths" - the kids have never, ever gone without btw.
I told this other man 'no' - repeatedly but he got under my skin and one night I slept with him. 2 days later I confessed all out of pure guilt. I can't even think too much about that time because it was so awful seeing the pain I caused that it's left me on antidepressants. He 'forgave me' but it's just getting worse and worse. My family totally took his side (despite the fact he had an actual affair once and my mum told me to get over it because all men do it at some point). One day that sticks in my mind; my mum came over and I was lying on the couch, absolutely zombified and just staring into space. I tried to tell her that it happened because I'd been so unhappy but she cut me short and simply told me I should be too ashamed of myself to try and make excuses.
He blames his insecurities on that but if I'm honest there have been controlling tendencies all along, it's like this had given him carte blanche to basically stop me leaving the house. If I go out and see a friend during the day when the kids are at school I get a sinking feeling, knowing I have to explain myself and sometimes, if I'm lucky, he's ok with it (depends on the friend).
I don't want to have sex with him anymore and I feel so trapped, who will support me if I go? my family think he's the dog's bollocks and if I end it all I'll be the bad guy because frankly, nobody wants me to rock the happy little boat of equilibrium. My sister causes a LOT of problems so I'm the 'good one' who gets it a lot worse if I put a toe out of line because I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO! I could have this other man in a heartbeat if I wanted, and tbh I do but know that really, I just need to be single for a bit.
The bottom line is I live my life according to how he might react to what I do, I have to give the smallest things so much thought and I'm so tired. I'm sick all the time and it's not like me.
Sorry for the big pity party, and it is because I've got amazing friends who will support me but I'm just scared of such huge change.