DH and I have been together for ten years. We have one DD who is six years old (about to go into year 2 at school). Sorry, this is going to be a long one...
I've been miserable in the relationship for years now. When I was pregnant I found out he'd repeatedly cheated on me, with the same person. He'd lied a lot. I've not trusted him properly since. I suspect he's 'been after' another woman recently.
I'm foreign (don't want to mention country in case I out myself. We met though work) but came over here to be with him. I don't particularly miss home, but he never seems to appreciate what I gave up and had to organise (friends, family, sell home, find new job in new country, new cultures etc) in order to make it work with him. I mention it every now and then when he complains that I didn't bring much money over with me (my little flat wasn't worth much). Earlier this week he said I wouldn't have a home if it wasn't for him, which isn't true at all as I've always worked and had a home. My salary helps pay for our mortgage, living costs etc. He decided that he wanted to stay in the UK where living costs more than my home country, but I went for it anyway.
When we met I fell head over heels, and he seemed to too. If we were apart we really pined for each other.
Nowadays we seem to resent each others' presence. Little things, but it's everything. For example, if I have to call him about something, he asks what I want, rather than how I am. I don't call him when he's at his office - this is just if he's out somewhere. He seems to resent my work and I can't work out why. The hostility is lead by him. I'm often confused by it, but now I'm just shattered.
At home, if I tidy-up, he complains that he can't find anything. In fact he rants and raves and slams the doors; drives off etc. He always undermines me in front of DD and is useless at discipling, in my opinion. He never tells me he loves me, even if I say it to him first. I'm tired of trying to make it work. It all makes me cry a lot and gives me pains in my stomach and chest.
I feel like I'm in his way, but he doesn't seem to have any ambitions. I've tried to encourage him in hobbies and things, but he seems to blame me for his lack of excitement in life. I can't cope with that sort of responsibility any more.
It's over, isn't it?
P.S. Apologies for any poor phrasing - English isn't my first language.