My husband left me in April for my next door neighbor and "good friend".
We had had a lot of problems, I hold my hands up to cheating once just after we got married... I asked him so many times if he wanted out, to go to counselling, everything... Nope, he was happy and we would be ok.
Then 3 years later, April this year, I found out he had been seeing her since August... She finished with her husband for him months before but noone thought to tell me.
Since then, I took him in when he wouldn't go to his family when he was suicidal. His parents? Oh great he's staying with you, we can fuck off on our week away. His siblings, he wouldn't let me tell them.
Then he did tell them and suddenly I'm the enemy. I saved his fucking life and nearly broke my mental health (again) in the process.
I am not coping. It all hit me like a ton of bricks again the last couple of weeks and when I (briefly)told him this so he would understand how much I needed a break (for him to have our daughter and not treat me like crap) eventually it came around the the same conclusion as every other conversation... That it's ALL MY FAULT because of that one mistake years ago.
Yes, I did wrong. Fuck me I know, he threw it at me every chance he got. But I felt stuck that I couldn't manage alone so I took it and learned to just take it. And now, still. I'm taking it. Friends have commented that I was never let to be angry over it, and that I'm the only one not going around like a victim. Because I refuse to let myself be a victim.
But I fucking am, and I've come close to ending things a couple of times recently.
There's a voice in my head telling me not to bother taking my antidepressants because it's all my fault and there's no point. I fight thstthat mostly and take them, but it wins sometimes and I don't take them.
I know I need them and I know I need to try to detach and move on but, how???????
I feel broken. His whole family blanking me, my kids think it's all my fault because I can't tell them otherwise. I feel like just ending it all and giving the world what it wants. I'm desperately sad and down, I don't know what to do
I know I did wrong, I know that. He also did wrong being an asshole for the last 3 years, drinking every day, being passive aggressive, using the kids in arguments, he fucking let us all move house for a fresh start 4 months before I found out about them... So I'm also stuck here struggling for money because I've had to get childcare and I live in a rundown house that needs work, that I thought was manageable when we moved (between the two of us, but I can't do it on my own) and I'm drowning in it all... Really drowning and I can't tell anyone so I'm saying it here to get it out, in the hopes that might help.