5 years ago I was at my lowest point. I was a single mum to two kids on income support. My youngest DC was extremely hyper and I couldn't leave him in the kids club or anything which prevented me from finding work. I was stuck in a horrible, mouse infested house on a rough estate, kids and teens in my garden every night, used condoms near my front door in a morning. I couldn't put anything in my garden if I wanted to see it there the following day. I would spend hours cleaning up all the rubbish from my front garden and the next day it would be worse. It was a never ending battle.
I was so low. I would take the kids to school every morning, trudge home through an area I hated. Stayed all day in a house I hated, walk back to school, back home ... day after day after day
Then I met a lovely man. He was low on confidence as was I and we just kind of gelled. If I'm honest now, there was never any physical attraction there on my side, although I denied this even to myself at the time because I just enjoyed being with someone and I enjoyed HIS company.
I held off taking things much further because I think deep down, I knew there was nothing there but he desperately wanted me to move in with him. He would dangle things in front of me like "You wouldn't have to clear the garden every day here, people don't throw rubbish in gardens here". "The kids would be able to play out in summer here, a nice BBQ, the pool on the grass, tampoline ... " (this was something I'd always dreamed of for my kids but could never have because of the area I was in) "If you moved in here, you could find work, we could share the childcare between us ... "
"If you move in here, you DC won't have to go to that secondary (worst one in the city, happened to be my catchment) and instead they would go here (one of the best in the city, in his catchment).
Basically he painted an idealic picture of family life. A garden the kids could be free in, weekends away, spare money to buy luxuries (no matter how small), the ability to work, a good school for my DC's ...
I KNEW all along I did not love him in that way. I know that now although I would not admit that to myself at the time. I loved him as a friend, not as a lover. But I decided to put myself and my kids first and I moved in with him. It completely changed our lives for the better and I will always be grateful to him.
Now 4 years on, I am working full time. My kids are both in a good school. My confidence is good, I am happy. I know I could manage by myself now. I have the ability to privately rent a house in a good area.
I feel I should now break free from him. Yes I know it seems like "now I have everything I need from him, I can leave him" and I suppose it is a bit like that but when I moved in here, I didn't mean for it to be like this. I assumed I would learn to love him. I didn't think I would ever want to leave as I thought so much about him. I didn't think I'd care that I didn't fancy him or love him in that way, because he would still be my best friend. But I can't carry on like this.
I love his DD to bits and she is going to be so cut up she has no contact with her birth mother and always introduces me as her mum to her friends. DP will be gutted, beyond gutted really as I know he is planning to propose to me.
I can't believe this has turned into such a mess, I was such a selfish cow and now I'm going to break the hearts of everyone I care about. I just didn't realise at the start that this would happen.
I just don't know what to do next. To soften the blow, should I just stay until the kids leave home?
Please be gentle, I know I am the cause of this and I am 100% in the wrong. I can barely look at the people I live with knowing what I've done and what I'm about to do to them. I just need some advice. I already know what I am.
Thank you.