I've been with dp for 12 years, three children. I was 18 when we got together and not in a good place mentally, addicted to drugs, living a terrible lifestyle, just broken. He wasnt any better. We sort of clung together, got sober together and jumped into having kids very quickly, I suppose thinking family would make us well.
We both suffer from depression on and off, but his is more on than off. He'll go into moods for days or weeks, eventually culminating in shouting abuse, threatening to leave, blaming me for everything and anything. This has happened constantly for 12 years, in the early years I'd beg him to stay... In the last few years I've told him to go of he wants to, he never does.
Sex is unfulfilling, to the point where I don't want to anymore... Another topic of tension and blame. He never lasts very long during penetrative sex, which is what I need to climax. He constantly goes down on me when I don't particularly enjoy it, he has no awareness of what I like or don't like... If I try and tell him to stop doing something he gets defensive. He complains I don't make an effort, but the fact is I just don't want to have sex with him anymore. I haven't kissed him on the mouth in 10 years as I can't stand it.
I can't leave, financially and logistically I'd be screwed... I was burying my feelings, waiting it out til the kids are a bit older and leaving would be manageable. But last weekend I met someone, I didn't mean to, I have never cheated on him in 12 years (despite his repeated accusations of such), but I just clicked with this man on a work weekend away... There was an ease that I hadn't realised I was desperately missing until I felt it iyswim? I was attracted to him but didn't for a second think he felt the same so had no intention of acting on it. But on the final night he made a move and I can't describe how amazing it felt to kiss someone, to be touched by someone who was attracted to me as a person, not just a sex aid. Someone who told me I was beautiful with no make up on instead of complaining I don't wear enough. Someone I could talk to about our interests and who valued my opinion. I know it was wrong, and I have no intention in pursuing it (besides anything else he lives abroad). But it has opened up a can of worms inside me, made me realise how much I'm missing out on by staying in this relationship. I thought I could stick it out a few more years, could lie to myself about how I feel, but now I don't think I can.
But I can't leave. I'd have to give up work (my only reprieve atm) as my job is strange hours and irregular, I wouldn't be able to find childcare to cover the sort of shifts I do. If I give up work I'm dooming my kids to years more poverty with a single mom on benefits.
I don't know how to get out, I feel so trapped and helpless.