Please give me a harsh reality check. I need some serious words that will shock me into reality and hopefully grow some confidence for me to end my relationship.
Just for context, I have BPD, have suffered with anxiety and depression and so have found myself trauma bonded to someone who I really need to leave, but don't know how to.
Have name changed for this as quite a few outing details.
Have been with this guy for 3 years. The first year he cheated on my at least twice that I know of, potentially some other questionable behaviour such as messages to other women.
I know I was stupid to stay (as I say I need you to all tell me what an idiot I am), and since then we have had some good times and some bad - when it's bad it's very bad.
He can't communicate - the only emotion he displays is anger when confronted with anything he finds remotely uncomfortable. He deems everything as an attack.
He still very much likes to go out with the lads, stays out late, drinks to excess and uses cocaine.
Is at mine 90% of the time but only contributed £100 a month towards my expenses. He will buy food or top up the electric or gas sometimes too.
Whenever I try to discuss moving in together he says he can't think about it till things are more stable and we stop arguing (if we argue it's about the aforementioned issues, and it's usually me trying to calmly discuss something, which then escalates as he is extremely defensive).
He lives at home with his mum and dad, he's nearly 40. He moved back in with them after the breakdown of his previous relationship and was planning to go back home temporarily. That was 4 years ago.
I know writing all this down just makes me look even more foolish than I feel.
He obviously does have redeeming qualities, believe it or not. He can be very thoughtful, tries to help around the house as much as he can, we are best friends and get on so well when things are good.
But inevitably I need a kick up the arse, I deserve so much more and I know I do. Why is my self esteem so low that I'm allowing this? I really need some stern words and words of advice.
I feel broken sometimes, as I know I would never want a friend to deal with this shit, yet here I am standing for it. What's wrong with me?