I have lurked here for years but posted rarely. I don't know where to start but I'll keep it brief.
I got with my ex boyfriend straight after university. It meant settling back in my home town, not going travelling with my friends as planned and at first I thought he was worth it. After a couple of years I started to resent the choices I'd made, mainly because he developed a weed habit, couldn't hold down a job and I felt like I became his mum. However, I loved him very much and was determined that this relationship would be a success.
Eventually we moved in together which was a disaster as he didn't stop the weed as promised, still had job issues and we ended up getting into a lot of debt (in my name) and had to move in with my mum. It got to the point where it seemed like he didn't care and I couldn't see a way out. I would wake up every day not wanting to go on and eventually, to my ultimate disgust and shame, I had an affair.
Very early on, I told ex that it was over and he was devastated and begged for another chance, promising to change all the things that were wrong. By this point I felt so numb towards him that I did not know what to do. I ended up, in effect, in a relationship with two people and it all came out two years ago.
I am not looking for sympathy on this and I know many people will hate me who have been on the receiving end of betrayal, I hate myself every day for it.
We decided to give it a go, went to Relate but after a year of this, he just felt unable to really move on and at the time we both felt it was best to end the relationship and be friends. However, this friendship ended up in some kind of limbo where we were basically still a couple, got on so well, shared a bed and spent so much time together and didn't see other people.
I was made redundant last November and now have a new job and share a flat with my brother so thought we were both doing well at getting on with things and each other. In the last few months, I think I fell back in love with him but I don't know if that's just me, as per usual, being scared of being alone and now he has met someone.
We want to remain good friends, but I cannot believe how upset I am that it's actually over. I know it's my own fault and I do want him to be happy, but I can't stop thinking about the last ten years and feeling so sad at how it's all turned out.
All my friends and family have said it's for the best. He didn't make me happy and I probably would have always felt like I was in the wrong relationship, but at the moment, I feel so lost.
Not expecting sympathy but I just want to know that this feeling will go. I feel terrible that I put him through so much pain, I don't know how we got here.