So my husband walked out about two years ago, a couple of months after our son turned one. I did not see it coming although, obviously, in retrospect I should have.
I know it's a cliche but as soon as I got pregnant something shifted, and really escalated after our son was born. Complete avoiding spending any time near me/us. Working all hours (despite being furloughed he went into the office every day to 'show willing') said he couldn't help when he came home because he was tired from work, wouldn't do overnights because it was my 'job' and he had his, lots of snarky comments about house not being tidy enough etc. Then talk of watching me on the babycam and Ring doorbell and checking my emails etc.
My son is perfect, but he was a very unwell baby and woke 5/6 times a night screaming til he was maybe 18mths old. I'd had a really traumatic birth and was going through quite severe undiagnosed PPD. Didn't have any support around as my family aren't from the UK and it was lockdown - NCT groups had been online and no one from mine had stayed in touch so I felt completely isolated and really believed it was all my fault for being a bad mother and wife.
Anyway, one day he left. Said it 'wasn't fun anymore'. I had been asking him for marriage counselling for months beforehand but the response was 'you're the one with the problems so why would I go?' He got very nasty (which I never reciprocated - I was too broken) in the immediate aftermath. Told me I was an unfit mother, that the sex was shit, that I was lazy. Told me he'd always been ashamed of me around his friends, that I was an embarrassment all while I was crying, sitting on the floor holding our baby. Just completely broke me.
He then told everyone we knew that he 'had' to leave because I was an alcoholic (I was drinking too much and confided in him that I was scared about how much I was relying on it - he said he was too busy with work and I needed to figure it out on my own) I know this because he told me himself. I never heard from my in-laws or any of our mutual friends after he left.
Anyway, now he gets to live his life in the city we moved to together, completely carefree. No parental responsibilities or expenses - can date/travel/work/go to gym/whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Every time I see him for handover (once a month) he's all chatty, laughy, looks in great shape, new clothes etc and it just makes me so angry.
I feel like he's effectively trapped me in a life I never wanted and I feel cheated out of the one I was supposed to have.
I was forced to move back to my hometown in a different country and in with my parents, had to take a step down in my career, have lost all self-confidence and am exhausted, full of shame and fear and feel like I'll never be happy again. I'm now dowdy, stressed, broke, hopeless - and I am genuinely scared I'll never be the person I used to be. I don't want to live in this town, and I want to return to the city we were in before and pick up my career but I don't think I can raise my son with no practical support at all nearby.
I love my son so much it’s painful, and yet I genuinely feel like I'm drowning. And the unfairness is killing me. He was the one who pushed for marriage and for us to have a child when we did. Now he just gets to walk away from everything and have this exciting life while I feel trapped and alone forever. Am I ever going to not feel like this? I don’t want bitterness to consume me but it really feels like it’s threatening to and I don’t know how to climb out of it.