If you read all of this… thank you. I need to rant to strangers.
This will be a jumbled ramble of a 12 year relationship and I want to know if I need professional help or if I’m normal. It’s gone on so long, I don’t even know anymore:
met my husband at 19- he was the same age. I had/still have very difficult mental health problems due to childhood issues and losing my biological father. (He is still alive, he just chose to not be in my life) plus I have ver recent diagnosis of ADHD.
my husband has a very serious gambling addiction, due to his own childhood issues and this has resulted in me being constantly worried about how we will survive. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have butterflies in my stomach.
we love each other very much and he truly looks after me but sometimes I worry it’s just not enough.
we have 2 children together and both work very hard but all our income goes into his bank account.
we privately rent and have a lot of outgoings, so I’ve always be willing to accept that we have no extra income for holidays or days/nights out, clothes or luxuries.
its just something I’ve learned to live without.
one friend has recently made an accusation that my husband is abusive. She said that he controls all our finances and therefore controls me.
this was hard to hear and I felt very protective of him…but it also got me thinking.
I grew up in my home, met my husband, got pregnant, got married, had a second child and just settled into this life. I’ve never questioned it.
my husband does not drink or go on the sort of nights out that I hear hundreds of women complain about. He just wants to spend his time with me and the kids.
problem is… I WANT to go out with my friends. I want a break from them. I want to be able to say yes to plans without having to “run it by him first”
I feel that I am just existing in a world that is run by my husband and indeed, my children.
I can’t even blame them for this because I’ve always just accepted that “this is my life and I need to deal with it”
but the bottom line is, I’m not happy.
I love my husband. I love my kids…
but I CRAVE a life of my own. One where I can be by invited to the pub after work or a coffee date with mum friends without “checking in” at home.
Ive lost who I am before I had a chance to find myself.
is that weird? Especially when I should be grateful? My children are 6 and 9, they are everything to me. My family are EVERYTHING… but I am not happy.
why?!!!!! Am I weird???