I do really appreciate every single post. Don't think I don't. I do.
MrsA, I guess, I do think of that as different because him forcing sex doesn't bother me. I'm well aware it should. But it doesn't. I think maybe because we both fulfill(ed) a need in one another and those needs were different, I needed someone to love me, he needed an outlet for his sexual fantasies, I guess. I don't mean that's all I was. But I mean I think I always knew that was one of my purposes.
Bertie I'm going to read those threads properly, I started to this morning but DD woke up. Although I only scanned through the the first, I think, I can see a lot of parallels.
Typed, I don't know, it's the last Christmas as things are but what that's going to look like in reality I don't know. Over the last two weeks since starting this thread my mind has gone from 'I can't possibly leave, ever, never, it's impossible' to 'I can't stay and live like this, never, ever, it's impossible.'
Ive actually put up with even more than I've gone into on here because - why? Because I lack confidence in my parenting is one big reason. I have always felt that my children will grow up and resent me/hate me/pity me/be critical of me. He knows this. Leaving seems too much of a decision somehow, it's like something they can hark back to and say 'she left and this was the wrong thing to do and it fucked up our childhoods,' but then they could also say that about staying, I know. But staying is more passive. I don't know if that makes sense. Also when I stay they are materially pampered at least. Not just toys and things but extra curricular activities and holidays and experiences and own bedrooms, lovely home, garden, option of private school if needed in the future.
Before he died I said to my brother I'd have swapped all the luxuries of my upbringing - the expensive holidays and private school and all that - I'd have swapped it in an instant for a normal loving cuddly mum and he said 'I would ... But I am glad we did all that.' So presumably he was not happy but still didn't feel normal family life was worth swapping Alton towers and lavish holidays and guitar lessons and all that for.
And then I also stay because yes, not flattering for me but truth is when I was younger I liked being in a relationship with someone so obviously clever, and maybe a bit full of it sometimes but clearly he was intelligent, and he liked me. That made me feel good. I don't think anyone else would ever want me and even if they did, the children. I don't want to make them hate me by moving a man in who isn't their dad. But at the same time if I don't and I probably wouldn't, they might pity me. 'Poor mum she has never had a relationship, it's sad, I don't want her for Christmas but otherwise she'll be sat there on her own.' I wouldn't care actually but that's not the point.
Then I think they might love me anyway because I love them. It took a while in one case but when it was there it was there. My DD had a ballet 'show" and she did everything wrong, bless her, but I just adored it and her anyway because she was mine and because it was just her. And I think maybe I'm not my mum because she wanted me to be this, and that, and I wasn't, but with my own children, I don't care who they are or what they are. Well mass murderers I might draw a line at! But I just hope they don't stop loving me.
This is a very gushy post.
It is horrendously self indulgent if I do start a new thread? 