I've changed my name ... some of you may recognise me anyway.
Dp decided to go on a jaunt earlier this month. By jaunt I mean leaving when I was on a bloomin' MN meet-up. I came back to an empty house. He'd upped and left to his parents.
We've had loads of problems this year - redundancy, lack of money, trying to set up a new business, dp being somewhat a workaholic - teamed with me being a mum of two growing up children (one with SN and challenging behaviour) and a poorly mum. So we've had a lot to contend with.
DP has been working from home with his new business but moved into premises 5 weeks ago. He then became so unhelpful around the house assuming that when he walked in, tea would be on the table and he could put his feet up for the night. The night of the huge row, which ended up with him leaving, resulted from me asking him to do more. I am a SAHM but also a carer of my SN child so my night-time routine can go on up until 10pm - she's 12. My two kids are not DP's. His son comes to stay with us at weekend.
I'm ranting, I know. Anyway, I was distraught when he said he wasn't coming home. After a week of him staying with his parents and then at a mate's house, he came home. We both acknowledged that we needed to spend more QT with each other. We agreed that we needed to court each other again and it was lovely the weekend he moved back it. Both exes made sure we could have time to ourselves and we really got it together.
So he's back again ... and still assuming he should be waited on. His parents are coming later on today and my stomach's churning. I didn't ask them to come - he did on a misunderstanding that I wanted them here - long story. I'm enraged my his mother as she addressed the Christmas card to dp, his son and me (no mention of my children). He was really making the effort a week or so ago but last Tuesday, I asked him if he still loved me and he said not at the moment. He said he was hoping to grow to love me again but couldn't promise anything. I opened my Christmas card this morning and it said 'to my best friend'.
I'm trying to be tolerant and patient but it's hard. I moved counties with my children a few years ago so we could all be nearer to his work-place. If I'd have been still living in Lancashire when he left a couple of weeks ago, I'd have probably thrown the towel in. But I feel stranded in Yorkshire now and cannot uproot again as my children are now in very good schools.
It's been good to type this out. I've already moved into the spare bed tonight as I couldn't sleep and took two Nytols but my tum's still growling.
I honestly do not know what the solution is. Maybe Relate? But that would cost money, which we do not have a lot of at the moment. I still really do love him.