I had my first child when I was quite young, DP is 10 years older than me and we weren't married. The pregnancy was unplanned as I was on the pill, but it was late into the pregnancy when it was discovered. We then talked about marriage, planned marriage, then I had PND and marriage didn't happen as he didn't like the PND version of me.
My Dad died, my mum moved away and I felt extremely lonely so stayed with DP in hopes of things improving and us getting married. I wanted a sibling for DC1 and so 5 years later had DC2, a decision I'll always be glad I made (please no flaming).
We are now 8 years later and still no marriage, I am older, wiser and know I was naive when I had DC1. I have worked part-time since DC1 was born (I anticipate another flaming- please be kind) through choice. This was after the breakdown in my mental health through PND which lasted 2.5 years. I've continued working part time as I tried full time again, only to feel myself deteriorating at the mental load of running a home and having a young family on top of this. I also work in a demanding profession and was exhausted and couldn't keep up with the workload. DP didn't pull his weight enough and no matter what I said to him, I couldn't make him either as he had an answer for everything. He spends his weekends with his brothers or his mates doing a whole load of hobbies, from motorbike racing, to golf, football, tennis. You name it, he does it.
I feel trapped and very alone.
I know I need to get out of this situation.
I know that my pension has suffered, I know I have few rights as a mere cohabitee. I have seen a solicitor, I know where I stand and I don't have much stance at all. Luckily, we own our home 50/50.
At home I feel like nothing more than a household appliance. There is little love, little affection. For 2 years, I have slept in the spare room. He is described as "lovely" by everyone who knows him, but I've been subjected to low level, subtle misogyny, not been valued, appreciated all these years and largely feel used. His parents aren't much better and are backing him up and defending him. I'm left feeling unhappy qnd yet also feeling like I'm imaging things. He won an award at work recently for his amazing contribution to his work. His colleagues think he's wonderful, he can't do enough to help everyone but me.
I know that to become financially independent and to buy my own place, I need to find full time work that pays enough to cover nusrery fees. However, I don't want to end up depressed in the same cut throat profession full time. I have no idea what to do? I don't think I'll cope with that type of work as a single mum. I feel trapped into staying here. I find parenting emotionally draining, although I love it. I'm just not sure I'll manage.
I have a plan, but I anticipate that it will take a good part of a year to pull off. I'm stuck here, living like this, with him, until then. I'm reluctant to invite friends over incase they pick up on the frosty atmosphere between us so we're becoming isolated in this house together. We definitely put an act on infront of DCs however and they don't appear to have picked up on anything but it must be affecting them.
I'm struggling to get my head around him not being the man I thought he was. He told my dad on his death bed that he would take care of me. He hasn't. He just takes, takes, takes. He's very sexist and yet to other women, he's fantastic. An older woman I work with once told me what a gentleman I had and how lucky I was. This couldn't be further from the truth. I feel like his hidden help, invisibly peddling away like mad in the basement.
I don't know what I'm looking for here.
But any kindness or well meaning advice would be appreciated as I'm feeling so low and helpless.