Like the username says it's past 3am and I'm still awake thinking of all the ways I've currently fucked up.
4 years ago DP started into a bout of depression. I begged him to get help, he refused and it got progressively worse. He wouldn't speak to me, prioritised his mom over DS, ignored DS at times, did nothing g round the house, wouldn't sort appointments for DS, childcare etc.
2020 hit and it got worse, I put a lot down to covid and "everyone has it worse than us" etc. For two years it got progressively worse. It came to a head following our anniversary. He made a huge deal about dressing up nice and going out somewhere, and so I did. Where we ended up in the local pub (not a problem in itself, just don't hype it up into something it's not) where he proceeded to ignore me for the two hours I could take it. In that time I walked away to cry in the toilets twice, cancelled my food order, was apologised to by two guys at the bar for his behaviour and started to walk home. He didn't notice until 30 minutes after I left.
I planned to leave that night.
He confessed he was suicidal at that point and I told him outright he needed help. That from this point he has a year to get his act together or I would leave. I wasn't expecting miracles, but small improvements. Shortly after DS started his autism diagnosis and because of self harming he was under CAHMS care. I was on my own for all this, I was sworn to secrecy for it all by DP. It was at this point he got controlling during sex. After the third time of me having to make him listen to no, I said I wanted space from him, no physical touch until the emotional connection and communication is back.
For the first six months or so he blamed me for everything. Put no effort into our family and told me he resented me for our son. That his autism was my fault, that he's "with me because it's easier than starting again" and "well I would have married you but I didn't want to spend the money on a big wedding". I never wanted a big wedding, it's just not me, I'd be happy with nipping to the registry office for an hour. I wanted a marriage.
A few months ago he ended up drunk, pinned me to the bed and had forceful sex with me, no matter how many times I said no. It hurt actually. I've tried to get over this. I can't.
This week I've been having panic attacks at the thought of spending Christmas with him. I can't do it, I'm petrified of those free days. I know the second I say I can't do this anymore it will turn nasty. I can't help but think if I had pushed him harder at the beginning it wouldn't have gotten to this. I can't help but think about how I'm about to destroy DS's life.
I'm just so sad, it wasn't always bad, but the last few years have been unbearable. Is this enough to throw 16 years and the life I've built, away?
My best friend opened my eyes a little tonight when he said it was rape and do I really want DS growing up with that influence?
Have I done enough? How do I end it?