DP and I have been together for 10 years. We have 3 dc's under school age.
I have recently been feeling extremely stressed out and either having fits of rage or just crying at a drop of a hat. I've lost all interest in, well everything. I don't want to go out (even with dp) i can't be bothered to go to friends' houses, i was a gym bunny and now i'm 5 stone over weight and i can't fit into any of my old clothes. (i was a size 12) I look horrendous, not just the weight, but the personal grooming, eyebrows, legs, moustache, you name it, i've got hair everywhere.
I'm still wearing maternity wear despite it being 8 months since i had dc3. I know i should do something but i don't seem to care.
Had a big chat with DP 2 nights ago and depression was mentioned by him. I still get up in the morning and get the dc's dressed and myself and i'm not unhappy with the dc's, I love them like crazy, so don't think it's postnatal depression. And up until that point, i didn't think i was depressed either, more that i was too tired and life is hard having 3 lo's.
Anyway, i looked up depression. As i was reading i came across the expression "depression is anger turned in" and that totally struck a cord with me. I ended up on a website called moodgym and i ticked all but 2 boxes on depression and every box for anxiety.
I know who i'm angry at; my dp. He knows i am angry at him, it has dominated a lot of our relationship due to the sheer shitty things he has done in the past, that i can't seem to let go of it.
He was very young when i met him, almost 21. I was 27. I was recently out of a violent relationship, with lots of porn issues and i was vulnerable and a total mess to be truthful.
Despite his age, he would listen to me, hold me and tell me how beautiful, lovely etc i was.
Unfortunately though his shitty behaviour is all i see when i look back.
Examples include:
Girls texting his phone after a night out. He says his mate use to give out his number.
Staying out all night and ringing the next morning to say he had fell asleep at a mates.
I later found out he had gone back to a girls house, with his best mate, so his best mate could sleep with her friend. He swears blind, he slept on the floor in her room.
Went through a really rough time at the 4 year mark, he went away with his job for 6 months and came back with a condom in his wallet. Explained that he had come off the phone after another argument with me and asked his friend for one in anger?!
A few weeks later he did the whole ' i don't know if i love you shit' and I caught him texting a girl he had obviously lined up as my replacement and chucked him out. But I was devastated and tried to cling on, but after 10 days realised that i wasn't going to keep trying. He then realised how much he actually did love me and did all the running to come back. Found out later that he had took her to the pub for a drink, in those 10 days.
Saw a hell of a lot of texts to one particular number 3 years after this incident and all hell broke lose. He showed me some of the texts, there was no relationship going on, but i'd hazard a guess his ego was being stroked and there was some excitement on his part. They were over one particular month and only on 12 days of that month, and there was over 100 texts. My suspicion was aroused by the fact that they were only during the week (he works away) and would end on fri afternoon (when he would come home) and start again on sun (when he was in his rented accommodation for his job.)
When i asked if he was sleeping with her, he said he would show me her picture to prove he wasn't, ie, she isn't attractive.
I really went through hell over this. I wrote him a very long email explaining that i had had enough. That i was no longer prepared to put up with all this stupid shit and that unless he could get his act together, it was over. He sent me one back saying i was 100% right, that he was not a good boyfriend and that he could do better.
I sort of separate this bit with the next few years. He has changed a helluva a lot. He use to go out a lot with his mates drinking and i use to feel that i wasn't his partner but just someone he was dating iyswim.
He stopped going out all the time, did more things together and we became closer, it was like he grew up.
My body clock was deafening me and we made the decision to try for a baby. We now have 3.
The problem is, i can't let it go. I can't honestly believe (esp after reading all the relationship threads that he didn't get up to anything) I don't believe it. I 99.9% believe he did.
I've told him this and i have told him that i'm ok if he admits it. I think he did it anyway, so to me it's actually better if he did admit it, it would make me think our relationship is based on something better than it was years ago, that we have trust and honesty now.
He doesnt get mad or defensive like you would expect liars too. He says it sounds like i would be happier if i knew that something went on, but the only way he could do that for me, is if he were to make something up.
It's not the cheating or not cheating that bothers me, or the stupidness of all his stupid actions. It's the thought that he could still be that dp that lies and goes behind my back. So, by admitting something went on would be like saying that we are in a different place, one were we are close and best friends etc. iyswim.
I have told him that i don't love him like i should. That all the past things have made it so i hold back in case he is this person and hurts me again ( i found out a few months ago that he had befriended the stroking ego girl on fb) and i feel like i can't be affectionate because he doesn't deserve it. He did the whole, i don't know if i love you anymore when i was pregnant!
I told him to fuck off, he back pedalled. 
I told him 2 nights ago that i feel like i am at a cross roads with one path that leads to staying together and one path leads to splitting up and both are awful. If he told me this, i would leave. He just hugged me and said we can work on it. He says i'm the love of his life and he wouldn't swap me for anyone. Everytime we have arguments, i end up screaming at him to piss off, but he never goes. I'm glad after, but i 100% mean it at the time.
Sorry for the big ramble. Am i horrible? Is he a pig or was he just young?
I can't think straight or sleep. I'm just, well i don't even know what i am. Fed up? Over reacting. Analysing way too much???
If i come across as pathetic, mean, i don't mean too. And it's not how people would describe me.