This is my first post in Relationships, although I am a regular lurker.
I?ve been with my P for 9 years, we were both married before and have DC, although none together. It has not been a particularly happy relationship, he is quite emotionally insecure, generally a glass half-empty type of person and he has a bad temper. He has, over the years, been quite unpleasant at times to me and my DC (I would say bordering on EA), but always maintained that he loved me, I was the best thing that ever happened to him, wanted to grow old with me ?.etc etc. We did have some happy times, just not enough of them. His relationship with my DC has improved over time but he can still be quite critical of them and of me for my methods of parenting (they are 15 and 13, and quite challenging)
I have recently ended the relationship, having got to the point where I felt that I didn?t love him anymore, our sex life was virtually non-existent (my lack of sex drive, not his), I couldn?t see any way that we could live together as a happy family, and I really wanted to be on my own, just me and the kids.
He was initially devastated, crying, vomiting, not sleeping/eating etc. and I did feel bad about this but was still convinced that I had made the right decision. However, he told me last week that he has started seeing someone new ? and I feel like I?ve been kicked in the guts. He is quite right when he says that I have not wanted to do things with him, go out, go on holiday, have sex, sit and cuddle etc. for a long time, and it is nice for him to have someone who does want to spend time with him.
So what the hell is wrong with me? The strong, determined me has vanished and been replaced by a feeble, quivering wreck. I have totally lost my appetite, can?t sleep, keep crying, feel anxious all the time etc. It feels like plain old-fashioned jealousy. But why? I can only seem to think of the good things we had and how could he move on so soon ? but in truth I have been emotionally detached from him for some time now. Now, I feel like I could quite easily say ?let?s have another try, don?t go out with her?. I know that separating is the best thing for me and the kids, I just don?t know why it now feels so hard.
Sorry, this is long and somewhat rambling, thank you for reading if you got this far. I just wondered if anyone has had a similar experience or any wise words for me (or failing that a strong kick up the arse!)