Sorry for a ridiculously long post.
My (now ex) partner and I had been together almost 4 years. We own a house together, have two little kitties, were engaged, and had been trying for a baby for two years.
Sometime in the last year, perhaps even before, I knew I wasn't really happy.
He is a lovely lovely guy. He absolutely adores me, he's not nasty or anything. But I just felt like...he couldn't give me what I wanted or needed.
Despite being 32, ten years older than me, I felt like a 'mummied' him a lot. He relied on me for almost everything, wasn't very independent, and if I didn't do things they'd wouldn't get done. I'd always wanted to settle down young so therefore rushed into doing it all as soon as I could.
He was also quite childish. I told him how I felt numerous times and he would just sigh and huff and puff, he'd say he'd try and make things better, but nothing ever changed. After every argument I'd 'break up' with him and then we'd make up and everything would go back to normal (until the next argument.) I never really felt engaged to him and I realised I wasn't excited to marry him. I started imaging myself with other people.
I have really bad mental health and it was just getting worse and worse. I put my bad feelings about the relationship down to that, said I'd get myself better, and then hopefully things would start working out again. I think I knew somewhere in my mind that the relationship was contributing to my bad MH. I often said I'd rather end my life than have to make the decision about whether to stay with him or not.
I recently moved offices at work and started to develop feelings for one of my new colleagues. I hated myself for thinking of another person this way. I worried about it so much that I barely ate, and when I did eat I made myself sick afterwards.
A couple of weekends ago, I went to a works' night out. I got very very drunk (I rarely drink) and me and this other guy got quite close - nothing actually happened - but it could've and in my head I knew I wanted it to.
I cried with guilt to my partner the next morning and told him I think it'd be best for us to break up. At first I said it might just be break apart whilst I get my mental health better. But in the short time we've been separated I feel lighter, happier, and freer. The thought of getting back into the relationship makes me feel miserable, even though in a way I do still love him (but I think thats the part of me that wants to 'mother' him.)
I can't stop feeling guilty. I feel like I'm the most vile person ever. His whole world has been crushed because of me. I've told him this is likely to be permanent now but he isn't having it and genuinely believes it's just a phase and that we'll be back together soon. But I really want to just move on with my life and enjoy being a single person. I feel awful for always thinking about my colleague too. After the night out he told me he doesn't want to be in a relationship, and I don't want to get into another relationship yet anyway. But that doesn't stop me from really liking him.
I'm also so worried: What if I'm doing the wrong thing? I've built a life for myself, and now I'm going to throw it away? I'm worried because, he's 32, and he's ready to settle down. What if he doesn't meet somebody else? What if he falls in love again and they break his heart like I have? Because I feel as though I've 'mothered' him, I feel like it's my job to look after him and that by leaving him, I'm being an awful person. What if I never meet someone who loves me the way he did? I would've been settling but, what if thats the best I could've got? Four years of memories and holidays and amazing times together, and all the plans we had for the future, just gone. I am sad about it, and imagining my life without him. But I do believe I've made the right decision.
We still live together and everytime I bring up the fact that one of us is going to have to move out he changes the subject and even once said he'd wait until June or July.....how can I move on when we're living together? But then how can I let him live by himself? Yeah he's 32 but...he's like a child...he can't look after himself.
Then there's the fact that he's crushed and broken, and I'm spending my day thinking about another guy. It's not fair.
Part of me wishes I hadn't gone on that night out. Everything would be the same as it was. But then I know that I'm happier now and I'm glad of my decision. I didn't break up with him because of the night out or the other guy. I knew I had to do it and should've done it ages ago, but always felt like I needed more of a reason. Well this gave me that final push. And I'm glad it did.
How do I stop this horrible guilt? Am I an awful awful person for developing feelings for another person? And thinking about them even though I've only just come out of a relationship? Have I made the right decision? I think I have, but what if I haven't? I want to stop feeling terrible, but I can't :(
Thanks all.