Hello MN. Sorry this so long.
Firstly, I'm a male, just joined having read threads on breaking up and/or trying to keep it together.
I've come here because in I think women are incredible but often, the problems I'm having with the most significant woman in my life seem beyond my comprehension.
We've talked, written to each other, and more. We're both high functioning dysfunctionals, I think. Im more dysunctional, on the face of it, and more high functioning at times, if that makes sense. We're both damaged and trapped in an ever decreasing cycle of neglect, conflict and confusion. She is dyspraxic, btw.
She's a lot younger than me. I think she's truly beautiful and I tell her. Shes kind and loving to our two young children. I love her. She says she loves me.
We are almost never intimate any more. We have stressful jobs, a stressful life all in all. We have big plans to bring so many strands of life together. She is disorganised. I'm generally not.
I'm a very damaged person, I'm afraid to admit. I was in a family that lost it's collective mind through job loss, questionbable mental health on one side and a sibling rivalry with an older sister that still, so long after, seems based on deep resentment on her part, mostly.
To compound, we were split up during a terrible, well known, tragedy. She went in one direction to eventual safety, I another, from a deadly place. I looked for her for an hour, witnessing every possible sight and sound as many people died. She resents me even over that.
We were collectively scorned and blamed for what happened that day, wrongly. I've been part of an ongoing investigation over it for the last 6 years. It happened much longer ago.
I've been married, have two older children. She left when she felt I was too mad and perhaps bad to stay with. Her going, with our babies, broke my heart, but I wronged her in more than one way.
I admit I have trust issues. Trust about people being honest, difficulty at times accepting love. I expect the worst, a lot of the time. I don't really try to make friends. I can be quite a loner, although I'm popular with work colleagues, it seems. I make friends with women quite easily. I find other men find me a bit complex. I blame that on experiences. Women cope with it better.
My partner lost her mum when she was 7. She struggles to live out days missing her, her input, her being part of all she's achieved and achieving, her kids.
I don't want this to fail. When we have been close, it's felt like we could have everything, and give everything to our kids, and to those others we love. But it's been getting harder, since we had our second child, the petty jealousies and overly stretching compromises, and her fledgling career in the same line of work I've done for years taking her away so far from what feels like giving us a chance to mend and move in together.
We're at breaking point. Rows. Neglect. Hurt. Both of us. New possibilities and friendships. I quietly wait for her to find someone else, given how poor it's all become.
But I think we love each other. I mean, I only think she loves me. We adore our children.
What can we do?
There's far more to say, to admit to, but this is already towards essay length. I'd have to see how this goes down first.
On paper, all told, we probably shouldn't even try to imagine having a future.