First ever post on here. Looked for advice for years but never asked directly. Here goes...
My husband of 11 years (2 kids, 1 is a toddler) turned around and said he isn't sure if he wants to be with me. There's a bit of a background here so bare with me...
His first sign of depression came when our first child was a toddler. I'd gone back to work full time when our first was only 3 mknths as he said he didn't like his job and wanted a complete career change. With us having a baby, it meant we could afford for him to join and access corse and then go onto university. So I agreed and thought it was great. He did the childcare and then his course part time and then went onto university. It hit him in his last year of uni. I had no idea he was suffering but we got help, I took full responsibility of all the bills, food shop etc. We put our then toddler in for more nursery days to give him a break and he seemed to be better. We assumed it was just a blip kinda thing. Fast foward and he's finished uni. Happy days. Start looking for jobs, climb the ladder, more money etc. Not bad for two council estate kids eh. Then I fell pregnant again. It was half planned as I said I wished I hadn't missed out on all the early years and I always wanted two anyway.
I came off my contraception, assuming it would take over a year to fall pregnant as it had with our first. Obviously and somewhat inconveniently I fell pregnant pretty much on the first hit 😅
Long story short as I realise I'm rambling....It was a horrendous pregnancy. Problems all over, scans every 2 weeks, advice to abort, getting told we would probably loose her...He hit depression again. So I hid most things from him. I went to scans alone and just took the emotional hit myself because I didn't want him getting deeper into his black hole. All the time I'm pulling him up, sometimes physically just trying to drag him back into reality, still working full time, still doing all the finances and a chunk of the household bits, food shops etc. He ended up quitting his job as it was all too much after going deeper into depression. In the end, we gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and she's now running around like a lunatic like nothing was ever in question and the husband pulled himself back up.
Fast foward to now. First is 7 years old and the baby is now 2....
Something just wasn't right. I could sense it. Not like depression...Something else. So I did what we all know I shouldn't have. I went through his messages. I expected to find nothing. To feel silly and guilty for questioning him as we where that couple that people used to think of the apex of relationships. The unbreakable. Through thick and thin, one unit. But there it was. Months of messages to another woman. From work. He messages female friends all the time but he speaks about it and I have no issue. Again... unbreakable couple and all that. But I didn't know this name. So I snooped further and read the messages. All of them. Nothing sexual or direct. But getting to know each other. Talking about interests and plans etc. Not once did he mention his wife. Then I saw that he had tried to meet up with her. Arranged to go for a walk at lunch. Back and forth but they kept getting stuck in meeting etc and there was nothing in the messages to say if he'd actually met up with her.
I confronted him and we had it all out. I cried, he cried, he explained his self confidence is that low that he almost just wanted to know he still could. I didn't agree with his reason but I put all my feelings aside and let him tell me all the reasons he wasn't happy. Most of them directed at me. Like I'd caused his unhappiness. But not even real reasons. Like normal husband wife stuff that normal people go through. Like he dosnt get enough time alone and I moan etc. Well yeah, we have a toddler. Life's stressful but then it's stressful for everyone with a toddler. That's just life. We get through. But I accepted it. Said I would let him have evening's to himself most the time and that I'd do better. Basically apologised for him choosing to message some girl. It was a rough few weeks but fast foward over a month and I've dragged my feeling of low self worth back up from the pits of hell, were back on track, not the same, never the same but towards something new and good. He then starts a convo about telling the truth and he's sorry he lies (he lies a lot about stupid little things) so I'm like...oh cool, a new breakthrough of responsibility and maybe he's wiping his depression out for good kinda thing...
Nope. It comes out in the end, he's not sure he wants to be with me. What the actual.....
I'm absolutely crushed. I've given him my best years, 2 kids, pulled him up so many times at a constant detriment to myself. And now he's just going to chuck me back into the pond. I asked why...He said he didn't know. He loves me but wants to be single.
Deep down I wanna think that this is the depression talking and that he's just going into lockdown and wants to run back to being a teenager in his room and play xbox care free all day. I get it, I sometimes wish for a second I could. But that's not reality.
But the other selfish side is pushing for self preservation. Can I keep doing this for the rest of my life. I love him so much. I know I'm painting a really back picture but honestly he's the best dad, the most caring person and we just click. We have such a laugh and fun when he's all good.
But I can't keep putting my own emotions aside for everyone else.
My question is, what the hell should I do. I don't want to loose him but I also can't keep going like this with just taking a sledgehammer to my emotions and self worth all the time. But then there is the question of the kids and what it would do to them. I'm willing to come second best and put everyone's emotionsbefore my own if it means they have a good life. AITA if I just call it quits and say he should leave.... knowing he's at his lowest point. I just don't know anymore.
Sorry if this is a ramble. I realised I've done a huuuuge post. But even if no-one gets to this point, it's been therapeutic to just get it down and out into the world somewhere.