H and I separated in Dec after I found out he had been sexting a mutual friend. Started a thread about it at the time but ended up having to get it deleted because I stupidly started it using a reg we shared
In a nutshell it was the final straw as it was the 4th time I'd caught him doing something like this.
He also had a porn/fetish addiction, not anything harmful or particularly weird but he was very specific about it and we never did anything else.
Since he left he has done nothing but apologise. He has admitted everything, agreed that he has major problems and accepted responsibility for everything. He's also been great with ds (4 months old when we split, now 8 months).
He had a pretty traumatic childhood and a father who I consider to be EA. He has made progress surrounding this as previously he wouldn't even consider that his parents and childhood had been anything but perfect and idilic. He is slowly coming to terms with his past but it will be a long road. He does however accept that this has had a profound effect on his adult life and that he is emotionally stunted because of it.
I'm doing really well on my own, coping way better than I ever imagined I would and just getting on with it to be honest. We struggle financially as the rent is a lot higher than the local LHA and I don't have any savings so can't afford to move but we manage and DS never goes without.
The thing is I miss him. I miss being married. I miss having someone to talk to. I miss holding someone's hand. I miss being affectionate/cuddling. I miss having someone to go places with.
I hate that I do everything alone. Just going to the supermarket, shops, for a walk, to visit family/friends is so fucking lonely.
I went out last night with friends. It was great to relax for the first time in ages, especially as ds has been really ill over the last couple of weeks. I am blessed to have wonderful friends and had a fantastic time. Then I cried all the way home.
Everyone was in a couple bar me and 2 others. There were no pda's but they are all just so comfortable and happy with each other, I really miss that. The only 2 other single people hadn't met before so had a great time flirting and ended up going home together.
I don't fit in anywhere. I'm not married but I can't just be single, I have responsibilities. I'm stuck in limbo and will be for ever. It's not like I'm going to find anyone else. Who wants to date a slightly chubby 32 year old divorcee with a baby, trust ishoos, no babysitters and too many cats!
I so want him back but every time I think about it I know it couldn't ever be the same. What we had has been taken away from me, however much I want to I will never feel the same way about him as I did. I can't ever forgive or forget what he's done.
So where does that leave me? In a self-pitying hole that's where. But how the hell do I dig myself out of it? I just want to forgive him and move on but I can't. He's here visiting ds as he has been every day since he's been ill. They're cuddled up asleep on the sofa and I just want to weep. I want to go over there and cuddle up with them but I just can't. I want my family back.