I have name changed for this.
He’s on his way home so I’ll keep this brief as poss and add to it later.
I’ve been with DP coming up 5 years. We have a DC together and I have 2 dc with my late DH.
DH died 6 years ago. I met DP far earlier than I’d ever planned to meet someone but we got on well so I ignored my gut that was telling me it was far too soon and perused a relationship with him. I’ve suffered with bulimia since before DH died (this is relevant). I think I must have thrown up my contraceptive pill as I fell pregnant with DC3 a few months into our relationship. I didn’t find out until I was 19 weeks so continued the pregnancy and now have a lovely nearly 4 year old.
At that point DP moved in and although I became increasingly aware of his laziness, we were quite happy. He runs 2 fairly large companies so works hard.
I stopped being sick when I was pregnant with DD but my bulimia took hold in other ways and I became addicted to exercise. So much so I ran 10 miles the morning I went in to be induced. This caused lots of arguments - not due to the damage I was doing to me or the baby but because of the time I was away from the house when I was running / hiking up mountains.
I did get better for about a year after DC was born but it’s sadly returned worse than ever.
DP works 7 days a week but will come home and literally not lift a finger. I mean literally. He will come home now, eat his dinner I’ve cooked (probably complain the potato is overdone or he doesn’t like the cucumber I buy), will leave his plate on the side, go upstairs, throw himself on the bed. When he realised the remote for the TV isn’t within reach, he’ll call one of the DC to come into the bedroom and grab it off the shelf for him. And that’ll be that. If he wants a drink he’ll ask me or one of thE DC to get him one. Same for snacks. Same for fucking anything.
He showers maybe twice a week. Will happily go days without brushing his teeth. He’s put on about 4 stone since I met him so Is overweight.
I just cannot do it anymore. He makes my skin crawl. He speaks to me like absolute shit. I was poorly last week with a water infection and had the shivers and shakes so bad and he told me to “shut up you fucking idiot”. That’s just one example. I hate phoning him or answering the phone to him. It makes my heart race.
I’ve been so stupid. I had money when I met him. I put all that into renovating our house which is all in his name (my DH got into debt in my name without my knowledge so I had 2 ccjs so couldn’t get a mortgage). I also gave up my job as a teaching assistant when I fell pregnant as we have no family support for childcare and the option to go part time wasn’t there. I now work 4 days a week at DPs business.
DP has 2 houses and he has always said if we broke up, I could stay here and he would pay the mortgage in lieu of CM and he would pull money out of one of the businesses to give me money back.
He has many many faults but tightness isn’t one of them so I don’t think he’d rip me off.
But I don’t know how to do this. If we did go with that arrangement, we’d have to give the tenants in the other house notice and that’s 6months at the moment!
I can’t live like this another day. He doesn’t talk to his parents so can’t go back there.
I just want to live with my 3 dc peacefully.
I should not have done this. I should have taken the time to grieve my DH and put my life back together. I’ve had to grieve in secret as whenever I get upset he gets jealous.
Wtf do I do