After reading another thread and being rejected for sex masked as ED for months, I've come to realise weed is the 'OW' in my relationship.
It is cryatal clear that my DP prefers a drug to a real person. And that real person is me. He is incapable of a real relationship. He has sacrificed his money, our sex life, our happiness, my company and my love so that he can smoke his life away. He is 41. He doesn't seem to realise he hasn't got forever.
I have asked him numerous times to stop or at least cut down. He's says he will but doesn't. He gets stoned every single day. I have no idea how he manages to do his job on that shit. I am FURIOUS with him.
AIBU? I don't even know why I'm asking that question because I know I'm not. I have been raped as a child, survived really physical domestic abuse and an eating disorder whilst raising 3 brilliant dc's alone but do I need to get off my head constantly? No. Has had he had any trauma? Not really, he left his poor ex after 14 years with no kids or marriage or house. Just dropped her because he 'wasn't happy'. How the fuck can you be when you've not lived in the real world since you were 18? Sorry about the rant.