I am 36, no DC and I got involved with a man I knew for 20 years. We got involved soon after his relationship breakdown and because of our history fell in love quickly. Because of various stresses he was undergoing because of his divorce we had difficulties. He hadn't been in love with his ex-wife for a long time but he grew up knowing that parents stay together and as they had 2 DC he resigned himself to that until she had an affair.
Fast forward two years, I have met his DC and we got on well, I begin to notice him not picking at me for lots of things about the way I am. He is fastidious with his tidyness and quite regimental about his own health. He just ran the marathon and wants to do more, he doesn't really drink or do anything else. I keep fit by hiking and I like to have a drink on occasion. He cannot understand this and feels that I have a problem when having 2 drinks on a Friday night.
I have struggled with depression and have issues with my Dad. We only saw him every 2 weeks for 2 hours growing up and I have realised recently that it was my Mum putting these restrictions in place and not that my Dad didnt want to see me. This has caused me some distress, I have felt very emotional about it and thought I could trust my DP to support me when I had to write a difficult message to a family member about this. Instead, he seemed annoyed that I had ruined our morning.
I was upset by this, and began to feel anxious that he was going to end our relationship again as he has done twice before. We talked about his nit picking and the upshot is hat he feels I need someone different to him and has called things off between us.
I feel pretty shattered right now on many fronts. I have no idea what to do with my life, where I want to be or where I should go. I feel that at 36 my time is running out and I worry that I am so damaged by my childhood that whenever I feel loved in a relationship I feel I can rely on that person for emotional support. It seems that I can't and perhaps he is right. I feel lost and I dont' know how I can keep on picking myself up like this. I wish I could just press stop on my life. I never wanted to have the things happen to me that did, and I feel bitter that they impact me in this way.