I don't even know where to begin. Married almost 10 years. Two dc.
We have drifted apart. Money is tight and I have ended up working from home but the only time I get is evenings so we don't see each other. We both exhausted. I'm up till 2am sometimes.
He wants to split up. He's deprsssed. Says we're more like friends. He doesn't feel the same way about me but he still loves me.
I can't cope. I admit I'm completely out of it. I've been on and off meds for depression and anxiety all my life. And if I'm honest I need them again now.
The last I don't know how long I've not even been living in the real world. It's like I've created a daydream for me to exist in where I'm happy and successful and have friends. Reality is shit for me. Really. I don't know why I bother. My only saving grace are my dc but I'm a shit mother. I could do more. I'm just so tired. And always happy to be living in my dream world.
I'm not even sure this makes sense. I see other people and I don't know how they do it. Like normal relationships. Maintaining friends.
We had another tearful conversation where we just go round in circles. He won't try therapy. He doesn't have those feelings for me any more. And I left.
Now I'm sitting in my car. In the car park of a forest trying to hide my tears from all the dog walkers. And I don't know what I'm doing any more.
And I've got no one to talk to and even if I did what the fuck would I say.
Sorry. I don't know what I'm even saying any more. I just can't cope