I've posted about my relationship with H/Ex-H before under various usernames, things have got nasty.
I still love him, I think it's over and that can only be a good thing for ds, just wish I could make myself stop loving him.
He moved out when ds was a few weeks old, he's been out drinking most nights with his friends since then and I've begged him on many occassions to come and help me. I've rang him up in tears many times, ds has reflux and screams a lot, he's just been ill too. He'll say no he's had a drink and can't drive or just say no.
He asks me for money everytime he comes over and if I say no he tells me he won't come and see ds again so I end up agreeing.
He shouts and swears at me, calling me a bitch and a cunt, he tells me I'm lazy. I've had mental health problems before, and he tells me I'm crazy and ds will be taken off me, he tells me his dad thinks this too. I'll get angry at him for not helping and he says it's my fault, that I'm mad. He says things and goes back on it and when I ask him he says I'm making it up and it's just another example of how mental I am.
He's now telling everyone I'm a 'psycho cunt' and spreading that it is my fault and I can't cope.
Last night he text me several times saying divorce me bitch.
I'll get furious with him and decide that it's over but then next time he comes round he'll say he does love me and twist everything until it's my fault and I end up apologising to him and promising I'll be better.
I've already arranged to move back to the town we are both from and can't do anything about it now, he's telling everyone lies about me and turning people against me and I'm terrified that no one will talk to me now and I'll only have him.
I think it is over, I'm writing this to get it down in black and white, because he makes me so confused I end up taking the blame for everything and can't think straight.
I just feel utterly worthless. He said the only reason he got together with me is because he felt sorry for me.
He used to be so nice, he took care of me for a long time, since I started doing better he's changed. I used to get panic attacks and not go out, he used to look after me, sometimes I think now that he quite liked that. He used to take my money and my card and I wouldn't be allowed it, he'd give me £20 a week and kept the rest.
After the baby was born and I coped and I went out with him and I tried to get on he just turned, I don't know him anymore. He was so lovely sometimes, I don't know who he is now at all.