When DS came along, my life was turned upside down and exDPs stayed the same. His friends called him out on it, I called him out on it. I cried, I begged, nothing changed.
He would finish work at 5 but wouldnt get home till 6 (the commute was only 20mins) and would go straight upstairs for an hour to 'destress' from his non-stressful sat on his arse all day office job. Would come down the stairs at 7 demanding to know what was for dinner or depending on the day, go back out to play/watch football.
On Saturday he would leave the house at 8am for parkrun and then again at 1pm to go watch our local 3rd division club play football. 1pm for a 3pm kick off. We lived a 15min drive from the stadium. I wouldnt see him again till 8pm if I was lucky - it was more like 2am. And dont get me started on what time he'd surface on a sunday
When he was at home he wouldnt lift a finger - no cooking, no washing, no cleaning.
The final straw came when we went on holiday. We got through airport security late. I needed the toilet and DS needed a nappy change. I asked DP to do the nappy change for me and he said no because it meant he wouldnt have time for a pint before boarding. That set the tone and the holiday was no different to being at home ("i'm on holiday, i'm having a break" was the excuse given for not helping out)
When we got home, I started making plans and packed up and left 6 weeks later. DP couldnt understand why, begged me to come home, told me would do anything i asked him to... No - it was far too late for that, the resentment was too much and all the love was gone. We'd been together 16 years.
DS and I went to live with my parents for a year whilst ExDP and I sorted out the financials and I now have a lovely little place where football never graces the TV. Ive also met someone who has shown me what its like to be in a proper grown up, loving and supportive relationship.