I nearly walked out on my DH last week, taking DS with me. The main thing that stopped me was the lack of petrol in the car to get me anywhere, and being completely broke. The other thing that stopped me was that there would be no-one to look after our horses on Monday when he returns to work and we can't afford to pay anyone to do it.
Life at the moment is one big fecked up mess and I really don't know how long I can continue with this. Without going into extensive detail, we have a house in the country, with horses, chickens etc, which has always been DH's dream, and, I thought, mine. Rural idyll, yeah, yeah, yeah. Unfortunately, DH has to work away to pay for this, leaving me at home to cope with DS (1y/o) and the animals alone, sometimes for 2-3 weeks at a time because we can't always afford for him to get back as he's trying to build up a new business.
We're as good as broke and he's fighting tooth and nail to save his business, which could well go under very shortly. In the meantime, I'm dodging creditors and praying the bailiffs don't turn up (it's happened before) and as at this moment we have no money at all, not even the coppers under the sofa. On top of this, I have now come to hate having to look after the animals and am resenting DH going off to work, doing something worthwhile, whilst I feel like the classic dowdy, overweight, useless mum who used to have a brilliant life. When DH does come home it feels like the boss has arrived, not my husband, as I never seem to get anything right.
The only solution I can see to this is that we sell the house as the equity is huge and move somewhere smaller, but DH won't hear of it. I understand that to him this place represents a lot more than bricks and mortar, and if I'm honest, probably means more to him than I do, so if it came to that choice, I know which way he'd go. I also don't want to be the cow responsible for forcing him to sell his dream. His mother walked out when he was young, forcing the family home to be sold (hence the importance of our house) and he has never forgiven her. I really don't want to be in that same position.
However, if his business does fail, the house will have to be sold anyway, and the sheer relief of that would be wonderful because I have put up with this situation for so long. But I know this would as good as kill him and I don't know what we'd then do for income - me getting a job I suspect, which would mean moving back to London as it's the only place I can work with my skills. This I would love, he would hate it. Just to add to this, I do still love him, I think, although even that I'm not sure about any more, and we certainly haven't had sex for months. I think the time he's spent being away whilst I struggle alone here may be killing that off, and I feel I spend a lot of time here being lonely and in floods of tears as I just can't see a way through. Like I said, I'm broke and would probably be declared bankrupt within days if I left. Added to which, what kind of a person would I be to walk out on someone whilst we're in this situation? God what a mess. But the worst thing is that I walked into all of this with my eyes wide open, believing that this was what I wanted and that we could make it work, so it's me that has made the mistake.
I am a bit of a poster, albeit relatively new, but I have changed my name as I don't want people to know who I am, as I am so ashamed. And sorry for the length, I just needed to get this off my chest as I have no-one I can talk to about this, so don't feel you need to respond. TBH, there's not much that can be said as I know I won't leave, however much I think about it, or at least not in the immediate future.