I cannot, can NOT believe I'm here, writing this.
I'm so angry with myself. I've been in an awful relationship in the past, I've counselled others endlessly on The Script, financial independence, all of it. I know about getting ducks in a row, I know about getting a SHL, but here I am.
I've ended up a sahm despite my best efforts, with 2 teenagers with special needs, completely trapped, burnt out (all these auto immune conditions keep turning up, the doctor thinks its prompted by stress, not just genetics) and now, it's pretty clear, my DH is having some kind of affair. As far as I can know, it's "just" lunch, coffee, emotional affair type shit, but even if it's not (as in more than that, or I'm being paranoid), I've just realised how screwed I am. (I understand that it's easy to shag in broad daylight, btw, but it's all during coffee breaks and lunch hours (she doesn't work with him), so unless they're doing it in the loo of the sushi bar....).
I have literally held on and held on because I've been dealing with each day at a time for years. We're all neurodivergent, and, for those who live it, you'll understand the idea that I've been the one holding everything together, and in the end had to stop work altogether, and now youngest is homeschooling. Which is my worst case scenario, but he is flourishing after being extremely unwell for years. I am a shell of my former self, and cannot imagine ever being a sparkly in interesting person ever again. That doesn't matter right now. I can't imagine every wanting to engage with another man.
Anyway. My brain is all over the place. One minute I'm relieved because it means everything shifts, but then the next I'm frozen in fear. I cannot imagine the impact on the kids, truly. They're both scary clever, and very good bs radar, and struggle with the fact that they're ND and that it has an impact on us as a family. I'm being very truthful here, and you have to trust that I've done everything I can to protect them, but, as I said, they have a 6th sense for emotions etc., which may be the scariest fact of all. I cannot see past the next stage at which at least one of them will react very badly, and be very unwell for a long time.
I suddenly realise how isolated I am, how little autonomy I actually have, and how our life is a pack of cards.
I feel as if I'm about to pull one card loose from the bottom. Suddenly I understand why women put up and shut up. I'm not planning on doing that, but I understand it.
As a couple we're pretty much done, because I cannot feel affectionate about someone who needs so much mothering, and can't support me/I can't lean on. He feels resentful that we can't "just have sex". Having said that, despite my moments of feeling pretty much relieved, I also have moments of ... desolation? We've been together 20 years, and that's not small.
I've no idea what I expect, maybe I sound ridiculous. But I needed to tell someone.
Btw, been here on MN for 17 years, changed names for obv reasons.