A thread inspired by @SpeccyDoodler I read her thread and went to leave a reply. I quickly decided what I had written (below) was clearly far too long for a reply, but putting it all out there in words has felt therapeutic so decided to put it into my own thread. I'm not really asking for advice so feel free to not read any further or to read all my story but not comment. I wont take offence
I left DH in January.
March would have been our 17th wedding anniversary and we had been together just 14 months before that.
I was 19 when we met and he was 26. I think I had my own unresolved traumas and needed to be loved and taken care of and at that time he met those needs. Also being 19 I think I probably thought he was really cool and grown up. I ended up pregnant within 3 months of us meeting but we both decided we wanted a baby and to make a go of things. Looking back I think we both must have had so many red flags! He would go out drinking quite often and I would fly into jealous possessive rages. I can't quite work out which one of was in the wrong. I stayed because despite this I did feel loved and cared for. Financially we were a mess but he took a 2nd job the minute he found out I was pregnant and he "stopped" smoking too - this has been the cause if many arguments over the last 18 years as every now and then he'd have a moment of weakness, but lie about it and I'd be pissed off.
Drinking has also been a bone of contention. So many times in our early years together we would go out, he'd get what I considered was too drunk and we'd fall out. A lot of these occasions I was either pregnant or breastfeeding so had no choice but to be sober. Drinking has also caused him to wet the bed probably about 7 times in the time we've been together. And when DS1 was about 8 weeks old DH went out drinking with his male cousin. They both came back to ours and ended up in the sofa bed together. I do t really know what was going on or what would have happened if I hadn't gone up put the lights on and did they had disturbed me and the baby. (This incident was probably a huge nail in the coffin to be fair, I don't think I ever got Iver it and we have never really had a proper conversation about it. I've brought it uslp a couple if times and he's always just brushed it off saying he didn't really remember getting home etc)
I suffered with PND after DD1 and maybe didn't feel overly supported by him, looking back I did the lions share of housework and mental load but he did work full time and was a pretty hands on dad. Things were never terrible and we went on to have DD2.
This time the PND hit me harder. I think this combined with exhaustion had a massive effect on my libido and our sex life suffered. It never really bothered me but was a huge issue for him. So many arguments between DD2 being born (15 years ago) and about 5 years ago were about sex. He would try I would say no, he would be moody, I'd try to explain that I didn't know why I didn't want sex and wished I did want it and couldn't help it. He never really understood and our sex life never got better (since I've left I've had chance to reflect on this and really think his attitude and behaviour to how I was feeling sexually caused our sex life to completely die). We did continue to have sex for a few years and ended up pregnant completely by accident - I was on the pill.
DS1 was born almost 12 years ago and we had sex infrequently until he was probably 5 or 6 but nothing since. We continued to hug and kiss and be affectionate in other ways - this wasn't always consistent
From a year into our relationship until DS was 6/7 I had always done jobs that worked around the family. DH worked full time and progressed in his career - some of this was through me encouraging him to do so. I was a childminder then worked as a TA in a school then a HLTA don't get me wrong. Doing these jobs wasn't just so DH could progress they also benefitted me in that I could dedicate the time I wanted to to the children when they were small. I then decided I needed more I went to uni and studied a BA and then an Mcs alongside working in the school, DH supported me and took over childcare duties on nights I had to study. I graduated in 2020 and have started a carer that I absolutely love and have been there 3 years now.
I really think my journey over the last 5/6 years has made me grow as a person, realise who I am and what I need from a relationship and realise that DH and I are totally different people who no longer make each other happy, don't meet each others needs and are very very different people.
Now to finally answer your question.
The last straw was me catching DH vaping in the downstairs toilet and then him trying to deny it!
He then thought it was pathetic that I was leaving him over vaping!!!
He couldnt comprehend that little lies and secrecies over the last 17 years have worn me down or that i felt so unloved and uncared for because he makes dinner and makes me a coffee on a morning...what else could i possibly want. Again maybe this isnt all his fault its just that his live language isnt compatible with my needs. I genuinly do not blame hims i know our marriage ended because of bothbof us
I probably should have left years ago. But like so many have said what is "bad enough, what reason do i have to leave". When you gave someone who you do have good times with sometimes, you can have a laugh and fun. Who does probably more than their share of jobs around the house and childcare. I asked myself over and over how can i justify leaving. What will people think of me? Is it super selfish of me to make my kids suffer divorce.
But in reality i decided I've listened to too many lies from him - he doesn't respect me and I do t think he really loves me (despite what he thinks) I also knew that he was likely just as unhappy as I was and as much as I no longer wanted to be with him I also want him to be happy and he deserves to find someone that makes him happy. He isn't a bad man, I don't regret my life with him. But enough was enough