Hello everyone,
I’ve never posted on here before but I feel like I need to spill my guts a little and bar filling up my notes on my phone for therapeutic purposes, I thought maybe I’d get a response / come across someone who’s experienced a similar feeling. I understand each situation is individual, I just need to vent!
it’s nearly 3 am on Christmas Eve and I have spent the evening forcing out smiles and ‘ Christmassy fun ‘ for my children whilst preparing dinner for 11 tomorrow.
the second my sons ( 15 & 10 ) were out of sight, I’ve sobbed my way through playing Father Christmas.
I met my children’s father a month or so before my 17th birthday and he was just turning 28.
We separated just under 2 years ago. I don’t even know where to begin regarding context, we didn’t row, as far as the kids were concerned ( and us tbh ) we were happy.
Then I had some personal realisations about myself, him , us. I held a mirror up to our relationship and couldn’t unsee it.
I went straight to him confused and scared and he couldn’t handle the conversations needed.
We split, essentially my doing; obviously I have my reasons and from a logical POV, I do not think I’ve made a mistake by any means.
But I have discovered how codependent I am. So suffered child hood trauma, I now understand where this comes from.
But I completely conditioned myself to put my ex’ s needs before mine , or even my children’s - breaks my heart to know this is true, but it is.
This wasn’t conscious of course, and they didn’t go without by any means; but he was my absolute priority.
Granted it’s not his problem I had so many issues making me behave this way.
but the ‘ inner child ‘ in me feels so unbearably hurt that he took advantage of me.
( I apologise for the most likely confusing rant! .. it’s a lot !! )
I cannot seem to stop feeling completely responsible for this man’s well being.
I carried him for nearly 15 years and I feel like I’ve abandoned a child.
he was abusive via messages when we broke up, for months.
said some really awful things, to the point police had to be involved.
But regardless of my logic, I cannot stand the guilt.
I feel so awful my kids don’t have their Dad at home.
His presence not here on Christmas Eve ( second on now ) was just awful.
I do not miss him as a partner for me,
But I miss having a family. Home doesn’t feel like home.
I feel so bad for my children it hurts.
again, apologies for the rant.
thank you!