So today, my partner of 4 years left. I am 30, he is 50 and we lived together for 2 years.
Over new year, he suddenly had a problem with his car (which he uses for his work, hes self-employed). Because of this, he said he had to stay at his mums (7 miles away) because that is where the car is. So I spent NYE alone, NYDay alone, and the 2nd and 3rd Jan alone. Why he couldnt have made the effort to meet up with me during those days or even sleep at fucking home, i will never know. On the 2nd we were supposed to be meeting for a meal, but because his mother (who is usually lovely) was giving him a hard time of whether he was having tea with her and fil or going out with me, he ended up cancelling on me just to shut her up.
So yesterday he rolls home and we had a nice chilled night but he ended up going out to pub at 10pm. I was invited along but I was working all day and find pub boring, so declined.
Now this afternoon, DP announces its his friends birthday and may be going out for a drink with him tonight and will be staying over.
I know he wouldn't be cheating on me as he really was at his mums and it is his friends birthday tonight so he will be there, but I got so pissed that he seems to be living "the single life" since he cant work anymore due to his car being out of order, and I was rather pissed off because recently affection on his part seems to have slipped and im tired of sitting at home alone when we are supposed to be a partnership.
I told him that since he is living the single life, he can pack up his stuff and go and be a single boy at his mothers house. I turned the programme he was watching off and told him to pack a bag. He did, and he went.
I am in absolute bits. I know I shouldn't have but I text him earlier to see where he was and if he was alright, and he text back to phone the landlords in the morning and tell them we are leaving and that he will send a van later in the week to collect his stuff. He has not text me back. Im devastated. I love him so much, but everything came to a head. He does no housework at all, sex is once every few weeks (used to be every two days not so long ago).
Also, the flat is in both our names. If he does leave I cant afford to keep it on but its on contract for another 6 months but I cant afford to move out neither. Ive so fucked up haven't I?