Have namechanged for this but am regular.
Background: have been with partner for 10 years, since I was 19. We've never been successful, good with money,career-minded etc. TBH, in hindsight, we were very bad for each other as we've just pissed away a decade fecking about at random jobs and having fun. Except of course it wasn't always fun.
I had my daughter nearly 3 years ago and we split when she was 18 months old. Nothing had changed really, he still wasn't earning any money, had a unique attitude to helping around the house and low,low,low personal standards. I lived on my own with DD, worked PT, went back to college and just about kept it all together.
A couple of months ago we agreed to try again for DD's sake, he is great with her. Five months later and he can't get a job - again - , has no money as he pissed away all the money he earned when not with me and we're living off my income. Again. I don't love him, I don't really find him attractive (see low personal standards) and i don't know what to do. I was hoping that we could have a stab at being a "proper" family but I just don't feel like I want to. i don't really enjoy his company, other than the easy companionship you get after so long together and I often find him embarrassing (sorry, could never spell that) when we're with other people. He tends to have some very extreme views that are not backed up with facts and always finds just the wrong person to say these things too.
We're hugely bad influences on one another too. I don't smoke but within weeks of him moving back in I'm out puffing the "odd" (quite a few) of an evening. We spend too much, we're lazy and drink wine during the week. I know how petty that sounds btw, I do but it's true. For some reason I achieved 100% more when I was a single mum.
So what do I do? How can I be the Bad Mummy who chucks him out, after letting him move in,when he has nowhere to go? He literally has no money (as ever), I can't just throw him out. A huge part of me thinks I should just suck it up and get on with it for DD's sake, if nothing else I feel guilty for letting him move in, allowing her to get used to it then thinking of ending it again.
Am I feeling this way just because he doesn't have a job, is annoying me under my feet all day etc? Should I end it before DD gets any more used to having him about or give it longer to be sure? Oh, I'm so messed up.
Sorry for such a long ramble. If anyone has any help to offer, I would love to hear it. If not it's helped a bit to write it down.