It feels strange typing this because I've never spoken my thoughts aloud to anyone. I have always put up a protective, 'I love him and everything is fine' front not only to others but to myself also.
Quarantine has allowed me space to self reflect and thus this feeling/ thought/tiny desire that has almost always been in me has been steadily growing: to end things once and for all and ask him to leave.
A bit of backstory:
I met my OH as a teenager. It was a whirlwind romance and we became pregnant very soon on in the relationship (I don't think it was even a full month after dating).
We have 2 DSs and 1 DD ranging from 12 to 4.
At the beginning we were madly in love and very much in the honeymoon phase. This began to rapidly dwindle when our first DS was at the 3yo mark. My OH would regularly stay out all night with his mates and not make the bed and there were a lot of cheating "rumours". The rumours had been so prolific that it was hard to believe his denials. Especially as when confronted he had been known to laugh it off or become aggressive towards the person relaying the information to me.
When we first met he was somewhat of a "bad boy" which I'll admit attracted me being young and naive.
Now, as a 31 year old woman, I crave dependability and trust and a good stable role model to my children and although they love him I can't help but feel I've let them down.
Summertime 2018 I was messaged on FB by someone claiming her friend had slept with my OH on several occasions and they were having a fling and that they had only just found out about me - sure. I had never had a cheating claim this direct before and my body flooded with adrenaline.
Of course my OH denied he knew this woman but she had already shown me text messages and they were from his number so his denial made me even more irate. He eventually admitted it but of course diminished it and implied most of it was made up which I wanted to, but couldn't allow myself to, believe.
I initially broke up with him and kicked him to the curb but he begged me back, crying, told me I was the love of his life, that he would never let another man raise his children etc etc etc and so, with the kids pleading, I took him back.
Not long after I took him back he took me away on holiday, proposed and I accepted.
We were arranged to be married this May and for obvious reasons the wedding has been postponed.
Since Lockdown my OH has on several occasions gone out to see his mate (I know, it's awful, I have asked him not to but he does) after his mate called (I heard and am familiar with his voice) and he would not come home into late at night leaving me to do the parenting and then stew in paranoia.
I can't help but wonder if having to postpone the wedding has been a blessing in disguise. A huge part of me has stayed with him because I am embarrassed that if I leave I will prove to everyone who thought it would never work that they were right. He is also a very loving, protective father and I know the kids would be heartbroken if I kick him out but I don't know if I can take a lifetime of always wondering if the only reason he's with me is because I put a roof over his head and that no matter how many beautiful children I give him or how loyal and supportive I am it'll never be enough to have his full respect.
Understandably I am scared and unsure. How could I cope as a single mum? Where would he live? Would anyone want me? Will I look like the idiot who couldn't make it work out?
I would be grateful for an outsiders perspective and any advice particularly from anyone who has experienced something similar.
Thank you🧡