Some of you may remember I posted earlier this year. Sorry I'm not sure how to link a thread, but the general gist was that my dp was a bit of a manchild, and the thread started out about him not cooking for himself whilst I was ill at my parent's. I had also previously posted under a different name about our problems in the bedroom, namely my dislike of sex because it hurts (vaginismus).
Well, I think I've done it. We have split up.
I have been imagining writing this thread, ready to say how free and happy and relieved I feel. But I really don't. I kind of regret it. I know in the long run this is for the best, but right now all I want is him to come in here and give me a big cuddle.