I asked dp when I was 6months pregnant with 3rd DC, do you love me?
He said, he didn't know. I must have gone ice maiden on him, because he said, what did you want me to do, lie?
I said, no, I want you to go upstairs and pack your bags because if you don't know whether you love me after 9 years, then I'm not waiting on the edge of my seat to find out.
He went upstairs for about 30-60 mins, I assumed he was packing and my heart was in my mouth the whole time, but I just busied myself with cleaning.
He came down, apologised, said he did love me, and knew he did as soon as it came out of his mouth.
I told him he better be careful what he says as I was quite prepared for him to go then.
Never seen or heard any evidence of any ow.
But being on here for 4 years, does make me think there might have been. Only saving grace was, we really were in a shit place relationship wise, whereas most seem to concoct a shit relationship up.
I'll probably never know.