I honestly don't know where to start with all this, it's probably going to be long so apologies in advance but I just need to get this all down.
I left my marriage of 13 years as we had grown apart, I didn't love him anymore, no intimacy and he could be quite financially controlling. I'm currently living at my parents with my children while my divorce is going through. While married, just before I left, I had a one week affair which I deeply regretted and finished but he had other ideas and decided to stalk me via text messages, threatening me, driving past me on the school run, just constantly bombarding me with messages. After repeatedly telling him to leave me alone (after trying to be gentle and apologetic) I stopped responding to messages, he didn't stop though so I went to the police and they spoke to him, I still fear seeing him around as he lives near to me. I don't even go into my town as he scares me. I left my marriage and quickly got into another relationship. He was completely different from my husband. Very passionate, volatile and possessive (I would be accused of eyeing men up if I glanced out of the car window). I found him very hard to deal with. I was having a hard time from my husband, crippling guilt with regards to my children for breaking up the family unit, fear of the OM and grief from bf. I reached rock bottom. I took an overdose, very serious amount of tablets. I'm so ashamed about this.
I recovered (physically but not mentally) and carried on seeing bf. 2 months after my od he hit me when he was drunk. Over the course of 18 months he did it on 4 more occasions, always when he'd been drinking. He didn't like my friends as he didn't feel they made an effort with him but we never went out anyway. He liked my parents but took against my brother. Nothing was ever his fault, if he had a falling out with someone it was always their fault. He's got no friends although he moved here from his hometown around 8 years ago so fair enough.
We had a row this weekend. No contact until today when I called him. He was very dismissive and didn't want to talk so I said I'd give his house keys back to him. Apparently I make him miserable and he's had enough. I honestly gave him everything I could, not just emotionally but financially as well. I even brought his children Christmas presents on my credit card as he couldn't afford it. I always looked after them on a Sunday so he could go to the pub while cooking us all a roast.
So here I am, fast approaching 40, no job (I'm on ESA due to depression and anxiety), living at my parents with my children, going through a divorce, absolutely petrified for the future and how I'm going to provide for my children, huge guilt about the od, and missing someone that quite frankly had me walking on eggshells but drawn to him in a way that I've never experienced before. I stopped taking my antidepressants because it (sorry if tmi) prevented me from orgasming and I didn't want him to think I didn't fancy him, god that sounds so pathetic doesn't it :(
Everything is a mess. I'm not suicidal but I'm a rock bottom. I feel like a frightened little girl.
Just read through my post, what an utterly self absorbed, selfish thing to write but this is my life as it is and I'm so ashamed of myself. My poor children, what a role model I am. Obviously they don't know any of this only that me and their dad split up but I hate myself right now.
Thank you if you've read this far. Not sure what I'm asking it's just that I can't bring myself to admit all of this in real life. I've got great friends and a lovely supportive family, they know bits but not the stalking, violence etc. I just feel so alone. I've made an appt with my dr but can't see her until 8th April.