Long ranting post, with so many issues... apologies.
DP and I have been together almost two years and been living together for over 1 (his own home) I brought with me 2 DC.
We love each other but I’m seriously looking at moving away.
He works away (we only see each other weekends at best and he’s worked away for 6 months continuously currently With no contact) he doesn’t want to FaceTime me anymore, he’s too tired but happy to message constantly. Every message I dread because we are constantly arguing about the smallest of things. He has plans for the garden when he gets back and doesn’t ask my opinion, he offers to buy me a cheap car because he likes the brand (I have my own car and he has two) again I don’t get a say on, maybe i would like this car instead but no. It’s take this one or no car. Our replies become boring, we argue. Only so many how are yous we can manage. Guess that’s the joys of LDR
I struggle financially, 2 DC and only just started working PT, he knows this. He makes a really good wage and will come home with a lot of money. I tell him I struggle to get food. It annoys me that he’s willing to watch me struggle. I accidentally broke a light in the kitchen and wants me to replace it (£70) my DC dad pays for our sky and internet because we couldn’t afford it (by we I mean me and DC) I asked DP to go half with me and he said he’d rather cancel it completely.
I said I needed a new part for my car the other week and was looking for a cheap second hand part. The next week he’s ordered three new car bits (we modify cars) including the parts I needed for his own car. It’s not I don’t want him to have what he wants, but felt like a slap in the face. He believes he can do as he pleases with his own money as long as he pays the bills and vice versa. Which is great if I had anything other than my £60 a week to feed and spend.
If he doesn’t want something for the house I like he tells me I can buy it myself because he knows I can’t. I do buy Knick knacks first the house when I can to help contribute and although he buys paint, I do the hard work.
We watched a wedding thing on the tv around Christmas time and we got talking about weddings. (I could’ve seen myself marry this guy) and he says he wouldn’t do it without a pre nup. He doesn’t want me touching his house (£70k) his pension or any of his things he has worked for. He tells me my contributions count for nothing because.. love doesn’t pay the bills. I pay for half the electric and gas and house insurance, my ex pays for tv and internet and he pays his mortgage. Considering I earn 1/4th of his income I feel really down trodden because it costs me everything to stay afloat currently and he’s looking at holidays and cars. I don’t expect everything for free or to be given to me at my feet and it’s not all about his money but I feel if he loved me he would at least offer to help. It’s the idea behind watching someone you love struggle more than the financial side. Like I would with a friend. My friend is skint, here I’ll buy the takeaway. My DC dad buys us a takeaway twice a month or we would never have one, my DP went bezerk over it.
I gave up my dream career I had just been accepted for, to move to be with him 500 miles from where I was and I dream about it literally all the time. I can’t do it here as I have no support with childcare etc and it’s unsocialable hours etc... My mum is 500 miles away too who would’ve helped me.
He has friends round sleeping on the sofa drunk which I hate as I don’t know them and I have the kids. I’m not a massive drinker and he’s admittedly a previous functioning alcoholic. When I asked him to tell his friend to leave we ended up in our first ever fight where I sobbed about having to leave because he couldn’t tell his friend to walk two streets home. It’s my house and he can stay if he likes is what I was told.
I just feel really unloved. When I mention this he always asks what do I do for him and when I mention he never has asked to speak to the children while away or ask how they are, his reply is they don’t ask how I am. They don’t care.
He is moving his job near home so will be home full time come September. I’m dreading the fact I will be responsible for being his housewife without anything from him. Cooking for him every day and cleaning and the kids all the while working every weekend Friday Saturday and Sunday. While he gets those days off. I get moaned at when he comes home on weekends and has to cook a meal because it’s his downtime but where is mine. Yes I’m just a mum but it’s hard work sometimes especially all alone with no friends or family around me. Lockdown has literally changed zero aspect of my life as I’ve been doing this for ages now.
Despite all this, I’ve never been more comfortable with another person. He pays when we go out for meals when he is home. He’s very affectionate which I love and our bedroom antics are fab. I just don’t feel like we are in a relationship (more like housemate with benefits) and as much as I say so I end up apologising and he doesn’t see him doing any wrong.
I hate the area we live in and he will never move away from his mum (another story about him being a mummies boy).
Why am I finding it so hard to leave?
I have the option to go back to where I was and try and reapply for the job I was offered but I change my mind hourly.
I told him last week I was unhappy and his response was, if you’re leaving, do it before I get back...
I have 30 days... please help!