Wise words @SpecialMangeTout3
I was ok when I met “d”h, divorced but ok. We didn’t live together for the first 5 years.
we had a bit of a plan (after a while) that we’d wait until my kids left home before we moved in together, but after nearly 5 years he was made redundant and offered a job nearer my home. My best friend had recently died aged 50 after a short and horrible battle with cancer. We’d been best friends since we were 2 years old. I was completely devastated. I was supporting her husband and teenage children as best I could as well as working full time and managing a home and teenage children.
The steadiness, safeness, love of routine, from him felt good. I felt supported, so I suggested he moved in. My kids (18 at uni, 15 at home) were ok with him moving in.
He wanted us to get married as soon as possible, for “financial reasons”.
after we married I realised that “financial reasons” meant financial control.
20 years from him moving in, 2 house moves, I have regained a lot of control but it’s been bloody hard, and I still have to fight my corner on a regular basis.
and yes, he’s a rock, no feelings, no emotion, no connection, no intimacy. Nothing.
we live separate lives in the same house.