We met online on a forum of mutual interest (this was before internet dating was really a Thing)
I moved in very quickly, within 6 weeks of our first meet
He told me he wanted to marry me within 2 months of meeting
He was so, so different to anyone I'd been with before (and I'd had 3 LTRs including 2 living together.)
There was no game playing or emotional manipulation between us.
There was no sexual coercion.
He was incredibly supportive and helped me resolve a lot of my past trauma.
I loved all of him, even his disgusting dental hygiene and nicotine stained fingers, with everything I had. We were a team, supporting each other.
Then things changed.
Because he had supported me, I became much more confident in myself, went for a promotion at work and got it.
I stopped smoking. He tried but couldn't.
I started to challenge him about various things - especially the way he parented DSS. Because I didn't have any DC of my own, I previously hadn't felt able to criticise him. He was fucking AWFUL at parenting.
Now that I was stronger, he felt insecure.
I still loved him and wanted the marriage to work, I just wanted to make changes in the way he treated DSS (who he had full residence of.)
He began to sulk and have tantrums whenever I challenged any little thing he said (and I was always careful not to do in front of DSS.)
His behaviour killed my love for him.
By the end I couldn't stand the sight of him.
I moved out. I kept contact with DSS, we spoke on the phone every day and I had him every weekend until Ex moved 200 miles away to be with new girlfriend. Then I had DSS every school holiday that I could get sufficient annual leave for.
He used DSS to control and hurt me. (eg I used to ring his GF's landline every night to speak to DSS at 7pm - ex would deliberately pick up and if I wasn't "friendly enough" he would not let me speak to DSS.)
I lost even more respect for him.
Then he died, completely unexpectedly.
It meant the end. No more subconscious hope that one day he would come to his senses, apologize for being a massive dick, make changes and come back.
Until that moment, I hadn't even realised that was what I'd been holding onto.
I can't ever wish I hadn't met or married him. He gave me some very happy times, and my D(s)S, who now lives with me.
But I resent that I didn't find my voice sooner.