My marriage.
DH and I have been together close to 25 years. We have 2 DCs.
I have known for ten years that we should split up. He irritates the holy fuck out of me. I can't even use any level of intelligent words or he gets the arse and accuses me of acting up.
I don't even know why I agreed to the wedding.
I am absolutely miserable. I spend most of my time upstairs away from him. We barely have sex anymore. I genuinely think he is having an affair. And I don't even care, I actually hope he leaves me for whoever this poor person is.
I can't leave as I have no financial stability at all. No bank account, no credit, everything is in his name. I've barely any education past GCSE. My friends live miles away and they've no idea how miserable and utterly alone I am.
I've always just thought at some point it will get better. It doesn't. This weekend was my birthday. An important one. I've organised two big birthdays for him. Put time and effort in both times. He did fuck all for mine at all, again. I'd even stupidly convinced myself he was kidding about and had organised a surprise. Nope. I did laundry and cleaning.
I've not slept in days and Ive barely eaten I'm so upset.
He then turns up, after telling me he is sick of me being a miserable bitch earlier with a valentine's card and flowers. I told him to go fuck himself that I'm sick of being an afterthought. Apparently this makes me ungrateful and I apparently hold grudges unlike him as he's willing to forget what a miserable bitch I've been for days
I think I finally realised how little he actually cares. He is selfish. An actual piece of shit.
Sorry to rant.
Just don't marry a narcissistic twat.