I'm not an idiot, I can understand advance math/computer concepts. I have good reading comprehension, and have read all the 'red flag' posts ever posted on this site.
And yet, I just can't find it within myself to LTB.
It's the usually story, when it's good it's great. He can be funny, kind, amazing in bed.
When it's bad, it's awful. I'm a shadow of my former self. I don't look after myself anymore, have gained weight and never bother with makeup. I have no self-esteem left at all. None.
He doesn't like me leaving the house without him, says it makes him feel like I don't want to be with him anymore. He gaslights me constantly ie. if he watches porn it's fine but an incidence when I watched it seven years ago is brought up and used as an example of me making him feel like shit.
He has sexual chats online with women, at least three that I've known of. Swears to stop every time.
We don't talk about the time he climbed into bed with a friends wife pissed and they kicked him out. We aren't allowed to talk about the time he didn't listen to me say 'no' and I ended up at a rape crisis centre.
Him dumping dd on my mother while I was ill in hospital so he could get pissed up is never mentioned. His drink problem which resulted in him verbally abusing me for a year is ignored.
But I'm the evil one. I'm controlling for not trusting him. I'm cold for not giving him all the constant praise he needs. I am always the abusive, wrong one.
I hate him.
But I'll read all your messages. And I won't do anything. I'm scared that I can't handle disabled dd on my own. I'm scared he will move instantly on while I carry on becoming this bitter haggard unrecognisable person i'm morphing into. I don't trust stepdads (personal issue) and can't face the idea of the rest of my life alone.
And in the morning it won't seem 'bad enough yet' to leave.
So I don't really know what the point of this post is. I just can't say this to anyone in real life as I have no friends left. I keep imaging the next time he fucks up is when I can leave with a clear conscience but it never is.