Going through some very tough times at the minute that are absolutely breaking me. I just need to rant and rave and vent all the emotions I’m feeling.
i have been married for 27 years and could say there has been a fair few problems in my marriage. We were always feisty but always made up. I found out in January 2020 that he had an affair which he claims meant nothing. I thought I could forgive that and we carried in making a go of our marriage as we have a16 year old autistic son. We
started paying more attention to each other, going out for dates, you know the drill it felt amazing to me. I was under no illusion I wasn’t enough as he felt the same.
Social distancing started and then the country went into lockdown in March. That’s when holes started to appear, he started withdrawing and withholding himself emotionally and sexually. At the time I was convinced it was all my fault and felt guilty so tried harder.but it was a cycle of this every three weeks. He would get angry with me always on a short fuse and then apologise and treat me to something big. I was absolutely just treading water daily to function. I had to have two kidney operations back to back in September of that year. Last year at Easter I said if he couldn’t commit to me fully then he should leave.
Fast forward to July 2021 I caught the dreaded COVID and ended up in hospital on life support for 10 days. They woke me up at one point to say goodbye as doctors thought I had around 2 hours to live. He was the one I spoke to I was delirious but remember him fighting the tears. I survived and spent another 9 days in hospital and begged them daily to go home and have my family look after me. My 24 year old son and 18 year old daughter agreed to share the load with my husband.
Our house had to be adapted for down stairs living, oxygen machine, bed in a corner, commode and Zimmer frame and I came home in August unable to walk or breathe on my own. I should have went to rehab for 12 weeks but I was desperate as I thought he would look after me with love. How wrong was I.
I am now in a wheelchair and pretty much 10% of what I was. I have PTSD, lung disease, lost all my hair and still can’t leave the house. And then … March he tells me “I’m leaving you because I don’t want the responsibility of looking after you. I have hopes and things I want to do and it doesn’t involve you”. I now have to claim Universal Credit and rely on benefits for the rest of my life as the likelihood of me ever working is zero. He languishes in his own room at his mams whilst I hold together my family and support my son who is now on suicide watch as he has took it bad. I feel so lost and lonely and actually petrified of my future.
Phew thanks for letting me do that and I’m sorry for the long story 🙏🏼
Why do I still love him ?