I'm not in a good way and could do with some encouraging words :( posted about 3 months ago under a different name about taking a break from family life. But now I just hurt so much I don't care who knows it's me, Bucking!
This will be long, sorry, but I don't want to drip feed.
I've lived with my DP for 22 years and we have twins aged 20 who returned home after a year away.
My relationship with DP has always been difficult. I like him enormously but find him very very irritating. He is a good man, but a people pleaser and quite indirect and private. He stopped having sex with me 15 years ago, despite repeated promises that he wanted to have sex, that he fancied me, loved me, etc etc, things reached separate bedrooms 10 years ago. He does not show affection physically - no spontaneous hugs or kisses for must be 10 years, won't sit next to me or cuddle me, won't hold my hand. When I ask, he will, but it's always uncomfortable you know like when a stranger hugs you how they stand to the side and minimise it? he's like that.
But he is kind, hard working, tolerant, devoted to our DCs, and has put up with me.
I have always been quite an angry and critical person, I've been taking anti depressants for 30 odd years, and years of therapy. When he stopped having sex with me, after years of talking/begging, I eventually had some casual affairs, as I thought my DP had agreed to this. He hadn't, but forgave me, and I have not done so for over 14 years now. I now have no interest in sex but miss hugs and intimacy.
I have been talking on and off for years with my DP about whether we should stay together and he was v keen that we did not only for the kids but also 'because he loved me'.
We get on - shared values, he makes me laugh, we have mutual interests and obviously a long, and despite it all, affectionate history. We had kind of arrived at 'old companionship' despite me being early 50s and him late 50s. It wasn't quite pipe and slippers territory but not far off. The deep contentment of the separate sofas and shared meals.
When the DCs returned unexpectedly things took a bad turn. I felt we were far too lax with them, my DP felt this was their home and they were entitled to live there with no expectations on them. Months pass and things worsen as I become very frustrated at not being 'heard' by my DP that I did not agree with how we were being towards our DC, and I become very angry at being labled as the baddie in the family - the unreasonable, emotional, over sensitive, angry, demanding, bitch, basically. What I felt inside was unheard, unvalued, unloved, unliked, by all my family.
I went on an anger management course which helped, but also which unearthed to me, my many unmet needs. I found a counsellor thank god she is great, but that has also unpicked some of the sellotape and string that has been holding our whole family relationship together.
So last week after another row, I walked out and have not been back.
Now I'm 'out', I feel terrible - guilty and ashamed, confused about whether to go back, because part of me wants to run back to this forgiving, safe man and not to damage the kids any further, and part of me wants to stay away for several months to see if I can grow up, and to give my DC's a period of calmness and stability without me there. But I'm scared to death that my DCs will not forgive me or will hate me forever. My DS said he hated me, about 3 months ago - 'any woman on the street would have been a better mother than you' - and that he would go NC with me as soon as he could. I have apologised with meaning, for my failures and flaws, but he does not care any more.
My DD used to be v close to me but now says she thinks me and my DP should never had had children together (probably right), and that while he has flaws too, mine are more overt more visible and more damaging. She says she loves me but is angry with me - this was even before I left. She has told me, kindly and lovingly, that she thinks I should live elsewhere for a few months.
I'm currently in a BnB feeling lonely and confused as fuck. But I am very lucky to be able to afford to rent a decent place for myself and will move into a flat in a few days/weeks.
Should I be paying my DP something towards his costs for the DCs?
Does it get better?
How did those of you have changed your family in such a big way, go from misery to contentment or even happiness? In the past my way of soothing myself from emotional pain was to find another man - but even I don't want any type of intimate relationship with a man, and things are complicated enough as they are.
Any advice?
Please don't kick me too much, I feel fucking terrible about everything I have ever done as a mother and a partner.