I’m not sure what I want from this thread really. Possibly just somewhere anonymous to help me sort out my thoughts.
On Wednesday, my partner of a decade told me he wanted to split up. It wasn’t a surprise really. It hasn’t been a relationship for as long as I can remember. But I’m still devastated - I think more because I don’t want to disrupt DS2’s life (DS1 on the other hand will presumably be glad to see the back of P). P doesn’t want to tell the kids until we’ve decided what we’re actually going to do so there isn’t any ambiguity, which is fair enough, so I’m in a kind of holding pattern at the moment.
I’m just feeling totally overwhelmed. I’m off work anyway (due to stress, because work is absolutely shit with no possibility if escape). I’ve started taking citalopram, and I had been starting to feel slightly better but this has made everything worse. Thing is, I haven’t actually told P that I’ve been signed off work or about the antidepressants. As is symptomatic of the awfulness of this relationship, I couldn’t tell him because doing that would be worse than not telling him. I had been struggling at work for weeks and my manager had to force me to get signed off. But (as I explained to her) I couldn’t let P know about it. He’s not violent or anything, it’s just that I can’t trust him with problems or issues because he goes into catastophising mode and then later any admission of weakness of problems comes back to bite me in the arse. He’s got OCD and is quite controlling, so I feel like I have no margin for error (and I really need one because I fuck up all the time).
We will have to sell the house because neither of us can afford to buy the other out (or even to run it on our own). We had a dismal conversation about this last night. It’s obvious that (as usual) he hasn’t actually thought through any of the practicalities. I think he assumed that I’d simply be able to keep going with all this and he’d move out to ‘make a life for himself’. (There’s backstory, which I’ll probably get around to at some point). He seemed to think I could just ask my (retired) mum and stepdad to just magic up the money that would make it affordable for me to stay.
I’ve been looking at what I can reasonably afford myself. I need to stay in a more expensive area of the city where DS2 goes to school and near a train station so DS1 can get to college, and I can get to work. So I can basically afford an ex-LA mid terrace near DS2’s school. Obviously there’s nothing wrong with that at all (and it’s a perfectly nice area), but P is a dreadful bloody snob and looked horrified. He started saying that it’s my choice to make but I could move further out and drive DS to school (we currently have to do this, because we moved 18 months ago to suit him). But that’s impractical for all sorts of reasons, not least that there isn’t enough time in the morning for me to commute through awful traffic to drop DS2 at school and then get myself to work, and any of the places where it wouldn’t involve me double backing through nightmare traffic aren’t accessible for the public transport DS1 needs to get to college. Also, if I have to disrupt the kids, I want them to at least move so that they’re close to their friends and DS2 can walk to school. (That’s not the sort of thing P would bother to think about though).
For my part, I just don’t want all the difficulty of moving again. The kids are fed up with moving house too, but thats just how it’ll have to be. And I’m really resentful that P insisted that we move to this big house, and that we do lots of work to make it how we want it. We just got a (really lovely) new kitchen in October and we’re in the middle of sorting out the downstairs loo (at his insistence). I resent being asked to make all these choices (and it’s hard to make choices with P) to get things the way I want, just to be told actually he’s decided that now he wants to go off and do his own thing (I’m assuming he’s met someone he wants to shag tbh). I’m especially annoyed as we had a conversation before all the bloody kitchen remodelling shit about the state of our relationship and he insisted that he was in it for the long haul. I’m absolutely aware that this is all very silly really (given that I realise that the relationship is not good anyway), but I still feel resentful about it.
I’m also resentful that my career is utterly fucked and I’m backed into this regional corner of the UK and stuck. We moved here to facilitate his career, and move got screwed over with long distance commuting (that made me very ill) and then having to take an utterly shitty job that I knew was a career dead end just because it was local. And I can’t change careers because there’s nothing in this city that isn’t a big pay cut without years of retraining and then experience on top. All the while, his career has gone from strength to strength and he’s got plenty of promotion prospects and such like. It doesn’t help that we have the same qualifications and career - nor that his career is so fucking wonderful because of my support, the sacrifices I make (who do you think stays at home while he’s away doing things that raise his profile and make his CV look good? Who takes time off when the kids are ill? Etc), and also because I taught him to bloody write, spent days proofreading and sorting the grammar in his publications (including catching a big problem in his latest book and helping him to fix it). I’m angry at myself for putting him first, and I’m angry at him for never recognising that he’s basically your stereotypical successful male academic with a woman who’s screwed over her own career in favour of his.
Yeah. That’s probably quite long enough. As I said, I’m not sure what I’m trying to achieve here.