@Nobblerbobbler that is so sad and I completely identify. I still struggle to see the man I’m with now but breaking up with, well trying to leave (have started a whole other thread) - thinks so so little of me - with the man and dreams I had 9 years ago.
9 years! When I look back I just feel, like you and OP, what a WASTE. An utter utter waste. All that time I was pregnant, we could have had such a fun time together! That holiday we had, in Italy, that I pushed for, was the last one we ever had, as DP dragged his feet as if it was the worst thing I’d put him through. Why?
All that time with our young baby, why couldn’t he enjoy time with me? Every time we went out, he just looked like he wanted to be elsewhere.
And often he was, much to my surprise he was spending half the time sexting other women. Women he couldn’t care less about. But apparently worth the total devastation when I found out.
Every time we had the odd cozy night in with the TV with just us, he’d complain that his older children weren’t there and he missed them. Every time I tried to do something fun that included all the kids and step kids, apparently it wasn’t quite right, not that great... so eventually all the life and energy and motivation I’ve had has ebbed away...
And then the humiliation. Constant. I’d feel like he was embarrassed to be with me. I think he was. I wasn’t well groomed enough for him anymore. Not as young as women he knew he could get. He’d put down most of my ideas and opinions. Occasionally really shout at me and I started to get the blame for everything. I felt dowdy. Then he’d say some nice things. And say I looked beautiful and I felt great again. But the next day if I tried to give him a hug he’d pull away. Leaving me feeling crap again.
I just look back and think it was so sad that our family should be full of memories and I can’t think of hardly any. In fact I’m not even sure that there is a photo of us together with our child!
Was it as bad for him? I’m not sure. So many labels flying around, is her narcissistic, is he abusive. He started to call me controlling and abusive if I had any assertive opinions or did anything he didn’t like. Was I becoming controlling?
So OP. How is your past few years? What has it been like? Is this the future you want? It’s not mine and I’m desperate to leave.