This is going to be long but please stick with it - I need some support and advice because I can only see one way out of this, and those thoughts scare me.
I used to be a happy, energetic, driven and positive person. I was so lucky, had brilliant friends, a lot of fun, had achieved so much I was proud of, had left all my younger insecurities behind and could only see life getting better and better. Sometimes things had been tough, but I'd got through them and believed in who I was. The only shadow I had was that I somehow sensed that my long-term relationship wasn't right for me and that I needed to leave it.
But I didn't - I somehow had this idea htat I had to 'try'. And we then went through a terrible protracted break-up over about 3 years or so which left me very depressed, lost me friends, longing for children, angry, frustrated and bitter. I met someone who I felt incredibly strongly about - he felt like the person I'd been waiting all my life for, but I was so scared by the strength of my emotions that I gave him lots of mixed messages without actually leaving my partner, making all three of us very miserable in the process.
Eventually we split and I moved out. I spent some very dark months but with the help of an amazing GP, ADs and lots of exercise I was slowly slowly starting to crawl upwards. I didn't feel worthy of any form of happiness though and believed that I would never have children, which affected my relationships with friends who did have them as I always felt aware of their pity. All I could do was hate myself and feel terrible guilt and shame for what I had done. But at the same time I could see that with time I might be capable of forming another relationship and being happy.
Then my ex started to spend time together and we were having such a good time that we slept together, and I got pregnant and he asked me to marry him. I felt so happy for a year or so, so positive and so elated at being pregnant when I'd all but given up (I'm in my mid-30s). I tried to explain away all the sadness of the previous years as if it was all ok now.
Now I have a toddler and another on the way, and all I do is wake every morning around this time knowing that I am a living a lie. Every day I put on a bright, coping, 'loving life' front and everyone thinks we have a wonderful happy relationship that has survived. But we don't. We barely communicate on a deeper level and we have never talked about the reasons for our break-up. He makes me feel insecure and pathetic and doesn't value or acknowledge my strengths - he never has - so I don't feel I have any. I hate the person I am when I am with him. I can never fully relax round him and although I care about him very deeply and he is a wonderful dad, I know that he will never give me what I truly need and that I lost the opportunity to be the real me when I didn't leave him years ago. I also feel that I never really fell in love with him as he's a very difficult person to really get close to for all kinds of reasons. He's always held me at arm's length.
All I can see is future, deep-set unhappiness with a happy exterior and I worry and worry and worry about what this will do to my children. But I know at the same time that I won't leave him because nothing is 'awful'. I feel like I can't look my family or friends in the eye, that I am not a real person, but nobody would ever know that because I lie so well.
Please help. I can't tell anyone I love the truth. I am a liar, and how am I going to help my children be themselves in life if their mum is so expert at covering up who she really is? I love my friends and family so much, but I can never be my true self with them as I used to be, and that makes me feel that I have a lonely life ahead where I will never feel truly at peace, and worst of all, know the reason why.
Sorry this has gone on so much. I can't bear it. But I don't know how to solve it.