An update, of sorts:
DP came back. I wanted him to, I missed him, he was sorry, remorseful, and we spent a while working out what we wanted and needed in order to move forwards.
For some time things were very gentle and calm and like it used to be. No rows, no picking fault with me, just moving through the days together and generally living happily.
We have had one big row in that time, and something about it really devastated me -
when DP left for a couple of weeks, I asked him to leave his key. I asked this so I just wouldn't be surprised by him turning up unannounced, I guess I wanted the security of knowing that wouldn't happen.
He agreed, and left his key. But that clearly pissed him off after the initial agreement because during said row he told me that 'everyone' thought it was 'fucking ridiculous' that I'd made him leave his key.
I asked who is everyone? He said his mum, dad, named a couple of friends, and added, colleagues at work.
And I thought - what, colleagues at work? He is sharing every little detail of our split with everyone he comes across? Who else, the fucking postman?
I don't know if I can properly articulate why that particular thing was so crushing. Like, fuck the lot of them if they've never had to think about how to feel safe. Fuck his parents for thinking it must be me in the wrong, fuck his colleagues for thinking he is flawless and wouldn't make me feel so worried and desperate. Fuck them all.
Then, he said it was a lie, and he hadn't told anyone. He said so to hurt me in the heat of a row. He was sorry.
That was over a month ago now but I'm really struggling with it.
Aside from this, while things aren't perfect, there have been no big rows telling me to fuck off, etc.
There was an incident this weekend but I won't go into that now, just about other friendships, boundaries, blah blah blah, I'm so tired.