I have seven year old twins and have been on my own since kids were six-months old. Their father was deported back to his home country and has seen the kids for one afternoon since (of which more later) and maintains sporadic contact by phone.
In December 2010 I met a man, very much to my surprise, after six years? celibacy and a couple of soul-destroying years on dating websites.
We got on incredibly well, somehow being with him felt right and comfortable. After we?d been together a few months, he met the kids (as I don?t have breaks from them, it was introducing them or having to continue the him leaving incredibly early in the morning scenario and coming over after they were in bed). They all seemed to get on and my daughter is/was particularly fond of him.
He has been married (well, still is) but has not got kids of his own, though has step-children who he does not really see anymore.
All seemed to be going well ? we even weathered a five-week separation when he was sent to work in the States and a minor wobble when he got back. In December we went away together for the weekend to celebrate our year anniversary.
Last summer we went away to Greece with the kids ? and while they were a bloody nightmare at times, in general it all went well ? we even took the kids to Turkey to see their father ? something I would never have risked doing on my own. We even talked about our future together being more a matter of time and logistics than anything else.
But around Christmas, he started to get funny about coming over to my place. He said it was because it was always assumed this was where we would be but in reality it was easier for him to come here than for me and kids to go to his ? plus which he only has one bedroom and a single bed so had we gone there, not sure how the sleeping arrangements would have worked. Main result was we saw less of each other although still saw each other most weekends if not all.
When we saw each other, we still got on so well, never argued, had fun both on our own and with the kids. Only sometimes, he would get totally bothered by the children?s behaviour. Being twins, they are very close and somehow set each other off/lead each other on very easily ? and I, sometimes, rather than try to get them to stop misbehaving/acting disrespectfully, just let it go. My kids act well outside the home and I suppose I?d rather, that if they are going to get loud and lairy, they do it at home rather than out if that makes sense. Also sometimes, you just can?t sweat the small things and I feel some of their behaviour is/was because of my bf?s presence.
Anyway, to cut it short, he came round on Friday ? this after a long sorting out chat and everything seeming to be okay/normal texts/phone calls through the week and just said ?I?m not staying .. and to be honest, I?m not coming back either.?
Against my best intentions, did the whole undignified thing and wept and cried. He told me he loves me, likes the kids but can?t bear being round me AND the kids because of the way I let them get away with behaving badly/treating me with disrespect. Told he me on his way out that it was hurting him as much it was hurting me ? but left anyway ?
Now I feel absolute despair ? I know if it wasn?t for the kids, I would kill myself ? and even with the kids I don?t know how much longer I can go on feeling so bereft. I feel as if my future has been taken and there?s nothing left ? all colour gone and just greyness everywhere.
Am desperately trying not to phone/text ? and also trying not to clutch at straws that if he still loves me, maybe there is a tiny hope of reconciliation. Keep reading old texts/emails - know I shouldn't but can't help myself.
I just know I cannot go on feeling such pain. Don?t know what I really want to hear ? but anyone with a magic wand/crystal ball or time machine would really be appreciated.