...and ashamed of myself quite frankly...
I’ve been in a relationship for nearly 3 years with a guy who started as a FWB but we developed feelings for each other.
I love him very much but we just can’t seem to make it work.
We moved in together in the Springtime after much discussion, acceptance by the DCs he has one and I have one.
When it works it works well, but recently there have been a lot of disagreements and he tends to sulk which affects the dynamic in the house then we make up until the next time.
I’m really stressed at the moment because I’m divorcing my Narc Ex and he’s not willing to submit any paperwork, attend any hearings, pay any legal bills or child maintenance etc. Basically he’s being an arse and this divorce has now dragged on for years. When we discussed my partner moving in I had a court date in May but now the hearing has been delayed to this month because he keeps ignoring the courts. (I’m in a different country and the approach of “contempt of court” seems severely lacking)
So basically I’m still married. I asked my partner to be kind to me during this period as I’m not myself. But he sets very high standards that I never seem to reach and I seem to just upset him by simply being me. 😞
The last argument we had was that I was not showing him enough respect because after I make dinner and clear up I never take his plate, just mine and my DS.
I apologise, I’d hate to think he felt this way but I’m not in my own mind at the moment. I’m trying to juggle a full on full time job, commute, money, single parenthood with a DS with some problems (health issues and he’s suffered a lot of change in his life since his father left - new school, in a new language, etc) so it’s never intentional. More an oversight on my part.
I try to care and look after my partner as well as I can, so it’s not malicious or purposeful on my side ....he’s admitted to being a very jealous person and he thinks he hides it but he can’t all the time. There’s also a certain amount of paranoia I think due to cannabis use, but I can’t bring that up as it’s such a sore subject I can’t go through any more arguments and I accepted that about him I suppose. (It’s not obvious use in the house I have to add, and the kids are unaware of it).
This week the arguments were over Christmas and families visiting. I had a mammogram booked for yesterday- all clear thank god, and since I mentioned it he hasn’t said a word, not a word.
He was in a mood with me the night before the appointment and slept in another room, left in the morning without a word of support or a hug, couldn’t get past this stupid small argument I guess. He sent me a text asking what time the appointment was. Stupidly I had some deranged romantic thought that he might turn up, or come home early.
He did send a text an hour after the appointment to ask if there was any news. I was asleep as it was quite painful and I didn’t see it.
I felt so bloody alone and scared in my appointment. My DS was a rock, huge hugs in the morning, and the poor thing had been googling mammograms and breast cancer statistics so that he could care for me.
The evening was one of silence again. Not a word said and another night alone in bed.
This morning I got up and left a copy of the lease termination letter for him to sign. He moved in with me, as I’m renting a big house, but financially it was killing me, so if he left we all have to go. Which we do....
He signed it before he left.
I’m utterly ashamed. I exposed my DS to this and moved in with a guy who’ll be moving out before I’m even divorced from the first one. What the fuck was I thinking???
I have to tell everyone that the relationship is over, I have to pick myself up from the floor again and I have to support my boy through all this again.
I was married for 13 years but when my ex left it was relief. He cheated, lied and stole from me and cocklodged at home while I worked my fingers to the bone.
I thought I’d met a goodun, he cares for his DC, pays generously for her, financially supports himself. We were different in personality but we seemed to fit. He is introvert and I am extrovert (not excessively) and I thought he accepted that I liked to go out and socialise once a month maximum.
But the sulking about it got so much I began to get afraid of asking to go out for dinner occasionally with a bunch of 40 year old women and a gay man!
So today it’s over, we have to get through the next 3 months of the tenancy, I have to face the world and say I failed and I failed my son.
I’m lost and bereft. Fuck.