I finally left DP last year after knowing in my heart for some time that my heart just wasn't in the relationship anymore and I wanted to try make it work for our DD. Due to finances it's taken this long to be able to afford to move out and I now have a date set to move into my own place. And exDP has decided this is the time to start being the partner I wanted all along.
Hes started pulling his weight with DD, helping a bit more around the house, hes started engaging in conversation more and generally being involved in everything, he wants to have sex, he keeps picking up little thoughtful gifts... and I'm struggling with the guilt or ripping my family apart when things arnt terrible.
We broke up as he thinks his role is to go to work and come home and do not much else, which was fine (well it wasnt I suppose)whilst I was on MAT leave, and before that working part time, i didnt resent taking on the lions share of the house work as I appreciate he works long hours in a physically demanding role. But when I had more of my own commitments he never stepped up at home.
He doesn't take his holiday at work, whilst complaining how exhausted he is and how he needs a days off, usually whilst telling me what over times hes agreed to that week.
He has a daughter and the role of 'stepmum' doesn't come naturally to me, I persevered a long time an really tried but now I just dread weekends. It's not SDs fault, its largely exdps parenting, or lack of it.
Exdp was just do grumpy and hard to be around, playing on his phone constantly when I'm trying to talk to him.
Then there were issues with money, between us we should be fairly comfortable but yet I'm always in my over draft or using credit cards as exdp is just so irresponsible with money. We dont even have much to show for the spending, just random tat and takeaways, takeaway coffees that he wants and it all adds up.
There numerous other little things, stuff that happened years ago that I dont think I've truly been able to put behind me and have eaten away at me to the point I had to call it time.
I'm having major doubts about leaving, being by myself and being lonely during lockdown. I'm almost certain I'm doing the right thing but I feel so torn right now its almost as if he actually making an effort.