Right ladies, I've popped back in because I need to offload/ask for opinions and the women on the relationships board frankly terrify me.
First, sorry for the lack of personals but I will tell you honestly that I am completely self-absorbed at the moment. I hope you are all well and that you are coping with all the crap healthily. Brightside, I did read your last post about the high-quality shrimps - that sounds promising.
I have now moved out of my house and in with my parents (eek - I am nearly 37!) and we are talking about putting the house on the market next weekend. I am in pieces. All the reasons for splitting up are good and sufficient: he doesn't want to have children and won't go ahead with IVF with me, he had a (short) affair and explained his reasons rather than trying to make amends, he likes the peace and quiet now I have moved out and really isn't fighting for our marriage at all.
So why don't I feel that I'm doing the right thing? Two months ago, apart from being pretty permanently fucked off by the ttc business, I was completely happy in the relationship - 11 years with hardly a cross word, reasonable sex life and basically marriage to my best friend. I miss him (I only moved out on Saturday so I realise this is premature) and can't believe we're not going to be old people together. Well, that I'm not going to be choosing his care home (he's 13 years older than me). His age is basically the problem - it means that he feels the baby-making part of his life is over.
I'm not telling this very well - my head is all over the place. If it were just the affair, I am pretty sure I could get past it. I have always believed that an affair would not be the deal-breaker as long as it was over and wasn't about love (and didn't involve long-term deception). Anyway, I love the fucker. If it were just the baby thing and he were offering me endless love and an exciting child-free life, I don't know whether it would be something I could go for but I'm not even getting that. He doesn't seem to know what he wants.
All I can think about, now that I'm sitting watching repeats on my mum's sofa, is that I might be doing the wrong thing. I know it doesn't read like that. I don't want to be single. I have no idea what worth self-respect has in comparison with love. I would take him back tomorrow on almost any terms. I hate myself for this. My mum was a proper 70s feminist. All I want to do is have a home and a family and I'd be willing to give that up for a man who treats me like crap. What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm nearly 37. I'm infertile. I have only had one real relationship. I'm still in love with my shit-head husband, who also loves me 'but maybe not enough' as he charmingly says. I have left him, basically because he made me.. How on earth do I turn this into the recipe for a happy life? I can't see a future that's not shit. I am childless, alone and homeless. Self-pity is coming on strong this evening.
Sorry for the whining. I feel like you guys may understand, even though I don't. Any ideas?