During my teenage years and early twenties all I wanted was to have a boyfriend. I still exceled in other areas, but that's really ball I ever wanted deep down. I really had my first boyfriend when I was 24, we did love each other but my family didn't really like him. The rest of my life hadn't been super easy, but I sort of soldiered on, hoping that once I had my "boyfriend" life would be good. I broke up with my first boyfriend, met my ex husband within months, and at the point that I was sure I wanted out, I fell pregnant. Which let to years of not the happiest of marriages and an overall feeling of feeling trapped. When I was married to my exH my MH was at its worst. Divorced, promised myself I would never live a life of unhappiness ever again and met my now DH. To me he was everything I've always wanted to the T. My life was still not great, went through redundancy and unstable unemployment, but thought my life with him made the rest liveable. But the truth is that behind my back he wasn't the person I thought he was. He's got baggage and an addiction that although superficially I can ignore, it's the years of lies and deceit that make me question everything. He obviously hasn't treated me right for all of the years we've been together, I feel used, and has made our relationship incredibly unbalanced. Which brings me back to the last week or so... I've been struggling substantially and my MH is down the drain, I feel like I'm on the verge of having a breakdown, and feel that maybe life overall is worth living, but maybe the one I have isn't, and I've just been blinded by my childish desire of having someone who loves me, and not only that in "theory" is my perfect man.