Five years ago, I couldn't eat or sleep or function, yet had to carry on for 3yo DC. He blamed me for everything so I tried to make it all better, to become the perfect person. He told me I'd lost my sense of humour.
At the time DC was coughing til sick every night, we were all ill, my aunt died of cancer. I was exhausted yet everything was my fault.
I look back now and see a weak man who couldn't support his wife when she needed it. He made it all about him.
But because of the shock and trauma I didn't think I could live without him. Wonderful people on here supported me, made it clear there was OW (I couldn't see it as she was friends wife). But I grieved for such a long time, he took away so much from my life at that time.
Now though, I'm happy, I'm successful, I'm debt free. I don't have to worry about him and his moods and working all hours.
And most of all I'm not with a man who would rather email OW than play with his DC.
I'm not with a man who refuses to see DC more than 8 hours a month.
I'm not with a man who thinks it's acceptable to scream abuse down the phone.
You will see all the faults in time, it just takes time to realise it all and to get over your loss.