I too thought it was a lifetime commitment. Not a doubt in my mind.
Less than a year later, I was in the 'Legal' section of Waterstones looking up grounds for divorce. Convinced myself it was all because I was stressed at work.
I was blinded by the abusive relationship I'd had prior to him. Nothing H was doing was as bad as that, so it must have been me, right?
Yeah, he was sulking, drinking all hours, gaslighting me and we never had sex, but at least he wasn't raping me or telling me I couldn’t have friends or threatening me with a machete, so it wasn't that bad, was it?
Fast forward to ten years and I found out he was cheating. That fucker was outside the front door with a change of pants and no door keys in less than an hour. I wasn’t scared of him like I was the ex, and I'd got rid of the ex so he was a piece of piss in comparison.
I now have boundaries of steel.