MM it so reminds me of my ex.
When things were good it was amazing - think being jetted off to the Caribbean for Valentines, Michelin starred restaurants, lobster, champagne, skiing, him filling a room with rose petals and candles, proposing on the beach where Odysseus and Penelope were reunited.
But I couldn't trust him - he didn't cheat but he lied, he was in massive debt and got me in debt (he'd never commit to buying a house basically because his finances were fucked), he looked after no. 1 first always, he'd regularly fuck off to the pub and leave me with his daughter, by treating me so bad he made me feel worthless so I was more easily controlled and he made me constantly worry that I didn't deserve him and that one day he'd cheat or find someone better.
The good times were amazing but actually in hindsight quite shallow and materialistic. He made me feel that I'd have an opulent life with him, that we were somehow superior to the rest of the proles. It was all mind games. I was a young naive girl (21) and he was playing the role of the sophisticated older man who I daren't lose. Walking out on him was the hardest thing I've ever done but worth it. I wouldn't have what I have now.
The only bar you need to set is honesty, respect, kindness and thoughtfulness. It feels much better than lobster. And better still you can have all that AND lobster. 