Background: I'm in my mid 30s with a DD age 7 from a previous relationship. Me and X split amicably when DD was 2, and I met DP a year later. We had loads in common, music, films, geeky stuff. Really got on great and when he met my DD, they also got on great too.
Skip to now, and we have been living together for the past year, and he's been great. Does dinner half the nights, shares the jobs around the house with me and shares the finances too. He also gets on with my ex and my DD.
The trouble is the longer he's been living here the more I resent having him in my space. His jokes I find irritating, I can't stand him touching me, I feel like I need privacy from him.
I know none of this is his fault. I just feel like the most ungrateful woman in the world. I found this epic guy, and yet I feel this way.
I broke up with him last night, and he's upset but accepting of it. I feel devastated, and so stupid. I read this board about all these awful men and can't believe that I'm not in love with this great guy that I've found. It is making me doubt myself, although I don't know if I can ever turn the feelings that I used to feel for him back on.
I'm breaking up my DDs family for the second time, as well as making myself poorer and under more pressure to run my home alone. I feel so guilty and and quite frankly a bit stupid.
Have I done the right thing?