I’m a regular reader and poster on mumsnet but have set up a new account for this, it’s a biggie and I’m an emotional wreck.
Brief history of me, I had an emotionally neglectful and controlling mother, anorexia as a teen and early 20’s, it has reared it’s head now and again but I fight it and manage to stay healthy. Diagnosed with depression and anxiety at 23, been on and off antidepressants since. Currently not taking them but planning to start on Monday.
I have a severely disabled teen DC which is something that I don’t struggle with, I adore them.
Been with DP for 4 years, have lived together on and off during this time, not living together at the moment. He was a dream when I met him, kind, funny, caring and generous. I noticed that he drank a little too much for my liking and found out after a couple of months that he had a daily weed habit (I don’t drink or smoke or dabble in drugs) then found out at a party he uses cocaine socially.
He got very drunk at a social occasion when we had been together about 8 months, his behaviour was shocking (touched another woman on her bum and made crude remarks) I walked out and left him to it, he rang me not long after and went on an absolute torrent of abuse, calling me names and telling me ‘he’s the governor’ and can do as he pleases. He eventually calmed down and I picked him up in my car and took him home with me, as soon as we got through the door he started shouting in my face, it went on for about 30 mins until I was in a ball crying on my bed. The next morning he was incredibly sorry and I forgave him, he was back to being sweet and lovely. He has a complex relationship with his mother, she has been very controlling with him in the past (she hated me from the start and said I was a tarnished penny and her son was too good for me) tarnished because I have been married and have a child. We clicked and bonded over our shitty childhoods. He moved in with me and my DC, he didn’t interact with DC much and said he didn’t want to play daddy, fair enough.
He slowly became more critical about the way I do things and actually showed me one morning how I should make his coffee.
He started drinking more and moaning that he wasn’t happy living with us, he was drunk most evenings and got so short tempered with anything I did I was starting to become nervous about everything.
He was Jekyll and Hyde, so incredibly charming and loving until he felt that I had done something ‘wrong’ he then became angry. He complained that we never had any time alone without DC which isn’t true, DC spends time with his father and my parents, I am lucky and have a good respite system.
He became more and more jealous and paranoid, often accusing me of sleeping with men whilst he was at work.
He ruined my birthday by getting drunk and moaning that he had never been with a woman ‘who hadn’t had bloody kids’ and saying he wanted to know what a pussy was like that hadn’t been ruined by other men and babies. I forgave.
He ruined Christmas, twice - I forgave
Found out he had been on a hook up site - I forgave
He either built me up with compliments or tore me down (I wonder what your breasts were like before they got saggy) - I forgave
He criticised my sweet DC - i forgave
Porn habit (I have nothing against porn but past search included barely legal and forced anal) - I forgave
Gawps and stares at young women usually around the age of 16, if I question him about it his answer is ‘it’s legal’ - I forgave
He promised me he would stop drinking, it lasted 4 weeks, he’s drunk most evenings, he drinks and drives. He constantly high. He has started doing cocaine during the week.
There’s so much more to tell but the above is a brief outline.
I have ended this relationship many, many times but I always go running back. I know he is an abusive nasty drug addicted alcoholic but I have become codependent and I despise myself, I hate myself for staying with him. He tells me no other man would want me because I have a disabled DC and that everybody thinks he a hero for taking me on.
I’m broken, I cry everyday, my mental health is shocking and I’m full of anxiety constantly. I know I’m addicted to the highs and lows of the relationship, there has been many good times as well as truly awful.
I ended the relationship on Monday because he said that he hadn’t met the right woman to settle down with and marry, I went running back yesterday. I hate myself, my esteem is rock bottom.
His whole family are dysfunctional, heavy drinking and weed smoking is normal as is swearing at your DC and fighting amongst themselves. I feel like I’ve got mixed up in a parallel universe and don’t know how to get out.
Please be honest and as harsh as you like, I need straight talking and a kick up the arse. Thank you if you read the whole post, it feels good to sick it up so to speak. Nobody in real life knows about this, our friends think he’s wonderful, a real laugh and I’m the sourpuss.