(I've NC for this so it's not linked to some other threads)
Ended a long-term relationship today with OH due to his commitment issues.
I know it's for the best, long-term, for me, but I am feeling really sad right now. He's my best friend, he's rejected me really and I've made major life decisions during our relationship because I thought we would marry and live happily ever after :(
It's nothing compared to some of the threads here, I know that, BUT I'm 50, out of work (thanks to Covid) and relocated 300 miles from family and friends for the 'happily ever after' and right now, I can't see how I'll ever be able to afford to move back. My adult DC are there, siblings, friends and elderly parents, so I'd like to move back. Feeling very alone and isolated.
We started out long-distance for the first year, then I moved closer to him. We'd discussed marriage a lot, and have a shared faith where marriage is the 'right' thing to do and it was something we both wanted. I had (stupidly I now realise) assumed it would happen quite quickly. We believed we were 'meant to be' and God had chosen us for each other.
Then the conversations about marriage stopped, talking about the future became a real issue. He always had an excuse that seems plausible - not been together long, too much uncertainty with work, etc and so talking about the future became a tense, argumentative subject. But we got on amazingly, had so much fun, I've never smiled so much and he was wonderful to me. Constantly telling me I was 'the one', amazing, love of his life. I'd listen to him telling other people this too and just thought one day he'd propose.
Whenever we argued about it and he got defensive there would be an apology, a reassurance that we would, he just needed more time, needed to make sure he'd be a good husband. We'd look at rings, discuss venues, agree to get his house ready to sell so we could get one together etc.
So I waited. And waited. And we never did get his house ready, there was always an excuse, or incredibly slow progress. Last summer one of my DC told me he'd asked them the previous Christmas if they'd be happy if we married as he was ready to propose. They were surprised nothing had come of it. I asked him about this and again he was defensive - he always looks terrified and panicked when the subject comes up. More excuses, but then also more carrots dangled in terms of discussing rings, telling me I'd be so surprised when he did propose and he was going to get it right.
Then comes Lockdown 1. We decided that even though it clashed with our faith we would spend it together and I moved into his house (but was still paying rent on mine and still am). We had a lovely spring and summer and I really thought that things would move forward.
I spoke recently about the future again, I explained I wasn't settled living in his house, I missed my own stuff and felt a bit like a lodger. Was it time for us to get a place together? Apparently not, why didn't I make it more like home, why did he have to lead on it? I replied that I can't just redecorate HIS house, and aren't we trying to get it ready to sell? Now is not a good time to sell according to him. And then the stinger "would it feel more like home if you owned half, is that what you're after?" So again, trying to discuss our future just descends into him getting angry.
And the same old excuses... why change what we're doing, we're happy so why rock the boat etc
Except I'm not happy. It's been a long time of waiting and deep down I know that if he really wanted to be married we would be. His actions speak far louder than his words. I've tried to reach the goalposts each time they've moved and just don't know what's so wrong with me. Friends have met and married in the time we've been together, why not us?
Anyway, I've decided to move back to my house and take it from there. I'm just so upset and feel so stupid for waiting, for falling for the compliments and feel both rejected and humiliated. I think maybe he love-bombed me at the start and it was so different to my previous (abusive) marriage and I naively fell for it. And he does treat me well BUT marriage is important to us both, we don't have a sexual relationship because we're trying to be 'right'. We did initially and then felt guilty so agreed together to abstain as much as possible, not always easy, but there were lots of kisses and cuddles so it's been ok, not amazing, and I do miss that and feel unattractive as a result. I guess he's not missing it as much/at all. I've fallen in to a habit of doing the wife work (cooking, cleaning, shopping) because I'm not working and feel guilty, but it's all the crap parts and none of the fun!
The whole situation has battered my self-esteem, I can't imagine ever trusting anyone again, I'm anxious about the future - I am at real risk of homelessness unless I find a job soon. And I guess i feel bitter that he promised the happily ever after and just hasn't bothered.
I'm now being told by him that I'm making a mistake, over-reacting and that we can be happy as we are, but I genuinely feel it's time to cut my losses and start afresh.
Sorry, this has been long, thank you for reading. Not sure what I'm looking for really - reassurance, encouragement? An alternative perspective? I'm terrified at the prospect of starting over again at 50, feels like the world belongs to a much younger generation and I've wasted a lot of years waiting to be good enough and still aren't.
Why would someone who professes to love me do this? And why have I become so embarrassingly pathetic?