Have been searching through threads looking for an answer, is probably quicker to put my own story down and see if anyone can help me to stop being such a weak idiot and sort this out.
DH and I have been married for 10 years, we married only a year after meeting and had DS1 a year after that. He had an affair 6 weeks after we married, but the time I found out was already pregnant so ignored it all and becamoe obsessed with pregnancy. 9 months after having DS1 he did it again, and proceeded to do so right up until I got pregnant with DS2. He would continually tell me text messages I saw/ people seeing him with other women were all 'the other woman being obsessive and mad' or people lying. Don't ask why I had another child, I just desperately wanted a baby, mad I know.
After DS2 was born I finally left him, which progresses to him begging me to come back for 6 months. I had no support off my family, my Mum would not even acknowledge it was happening. My parents have an incredibley unhappy marriage, have always stayed together 'for the children' even though they despise each other, and my Dad has another family inthe Phillipines with his gf of 10 years!
Anyway, I went back, and he went back to his old ways. I then found out DS1 has aspergers, and fell pregnant with DS3 (I know, really, I am quite educated). Whilst was pregnant found out DH had got another woman pregnant and forced her to have an abortion when we had been seperated, even though he had been begging for me back. Of course was explained away that this woman was delusional nutter, was not his baby etc.
Once DS3 bron a whole new chapter starts. I come out of baby machine mode, get my figure and mojo back and start going out. I also have v well paid p/t job, but still only 3rd of what he earns.
Suddenly he becomes totally obsessed with me, won't stop trying to shag me, when it used to be me lying sobbing every night because he wouldn't touch me. Obsessed with my facebook/ phone/ friends etc. He tells me I can go out and then goes loopy when I do - calling me a f*ing whore, following me up the road, ringing me all night etc. I had to call the police twice last year because he threatened to kill me, and have been reduced to a nervour wreck because I never know whether good cop or bad cop is going to great me when he comes home. I have had social services involved, who said he fitted the profile of an abusive man who harms his family.
BUT here I still am, accepting the scraps of good bits because I like being a family. I am scared of the financial upheaval, and choices that will be taken away from my kids if I leave. When I say I am going to he tells me he will give up work and I will not get a penny, and that he won't see them. My kids are living through this, they seem OK, but I remember how much I HATED it as a child, and used to vow I would never do it to my own children.So why am I?
This ramble really is the tip of the iceberg, I could say so much more. Just writing it makes me feel even more weak and pathetic, why aren't I brave enough to go and hope for a happier life for me and my boys? I guess I need people to tell me how they braved it, and that they were happy afterwards.
Thanks for listening......