Hi, I'm new to this, but I really don't know what I hope to gain from this but I have nobody to talk too and I think I need other people's perspectives on my situation.
I've been with my BF for about 5 years now. I'm 22 and he is 36. I've always pictured myself as broken, deep down I know that I can't have that fairytale ending or true love. I've just always felt that I'm incapable of being loved and also perhaps loving another. But I diverse, anyhow at the start of our relationship I was literally obsessed with him and him with me, I honestly thought I'd found my happily ever after, real love. It was completely different from my past relationships and granted I'd only had one past relationship before hand the lasted 4 and a half years from the age of 12 to 16 and a bit. But I could completely trust him, I felt no need to delve in to his past relationships, I didn't feel jealous at all of anybody with him, I wasn't ever concerned that he would cheat on me, I didn't even have the slightest notion to check his phone. You know? I mean I honestly thought that this was it, this is the man I'm going to love and spend the rest of my life with, he literally made me the happiest I've ever been in my lifetime and most importantly he made me feel safe, secure. Now we're 5 years down the line and everything's changed. I think it would be 2 years in to our relationship when I started noticing the cracks in our relationship, he barely complimented me anymore, paid no attention to me when we where together, he'd happily sit in silence most of the time, he just wanted to sit in the house and sleep most of the time if he was not working, if I asked him to do something it always seemed like I was being such an inconvenience. He didn't like my music taste so I wasn't allowed to play it in the house because it annoyed and pissed him off. It wasn't that I wasn't aloud I just didn't do because I knew the repercussions of my actions. He would be in a fowl mood all day. He didn't like any of my friends, so I don't have any anymore, it just saves me having him annoyed that I had them in our house or that I went out with them. Our sex life suffered a lot too, he could no longer stay hard or cum when we had sex, and he never ever attempted sex with me, I always had to initiate it. He would always tell me he was too tired or he had cramp so we couldn't have sex and that was the end of the conversation. For me I took it pretty hard on myself. At first I thought maybe it was weight, I mean I was a size 6 in clothes at that time, so having issues with my body and self confidence I wanted to get myself down to 4/5stone, I thought maybe my weight was the reason he got cramp, I was too heavy or fat. So I started the gym and mauy Thai. I trained 4 hours a day at mauy Thai and I done 3 hours of the gym too in between my shifts at work. I'd literally wake from 5am and not stop or have a break it was continuous till I went to bed at 11/12 at night. I done this for a few months then decided I would try and initiate sex again, I had lost some weight during this time and felt a little bit more confident with myself, again the same excuses and same mishaps happened. So after that time I took it even harder, I mean I literally tried to kill myself from exhaustion I just wanted to keep pushing myself and pushing myself. I didn't want to go back home, why? To what? Silence and a terrible atmosphere, it just made me more determined to work myself in to the ground and spend as much time away from the home and himself. God the self loathing I had for myself, everybody at my work could see how drained and exhausted I was they where all concerned so I has to stop before people started asking questions, I wasn't ready to answer. Yes I know in hindsight seems silly. I just didn't want to admit to myself that I wasn't enough to keep him happy and content. So from their I started drinking almost everyday. I mean majority of the time I was literally black out drunk, and If I couldn't drink on a certain day because of circumstances I literally could not contain myself till the weekend when I could just get out of my own head and forget everything, from their I started to self harm and take drugs and drink an awful lot. I just had so much going on in my head and I wanted it all to stop, I wanted to not feel a thing, have no concern, I wanted to stop hating myself. I pulled myself out of this for a few months, but I became utterly and completely low and depressed without all these substances and distractions I just hated myself again. And now we're 5 years in, and my anxiety is hitting the roof. We tried having a normal sex life, same issues still. I try to motivate myself to do better next time because eve convinced myself I'm the problem. He says he loves me and that literally all he says to me throughout the day. But my self esteem is non existent, I've found myself trying to gain access to his phones and computer to see what he's been doing, trying to look in to his past relationships and find out about the other women in his past. I am turning myself in to a psychotic hot mess. I feel worthless, I hate that I'm complaining about something so trivial but it feels like the end of the world for me. I finally wrote him a letter telling how about how he makes me feel and the fact it drove me to delve in to his past. He read it and has ignored me all day. He's neither denied nor confirmed anything I wrote and I'm sitting in bed writing this because I don't know what else to do. Sorry for how long this. I just didn't know how to explain what I'm going through. Thanks in advance for your replys.