Hi All,
Please bear with me as this is the first time I have wrote my story down, journalling is supposed to help.
I have been with my partner for 16 years, we have 3 beautiful children and I felt in all a fairly good relationship, as with all relationships we had our ups and downs but the middles really worked and in general I was really happy with it, I thought I had found my forever person.
Early last year I began to feel a distance between us along with dwindling communication, we are both quite stubborn so communication was always quite tough in situations, but I was always the one to back down and go along with her desires.
During the course of the year I could feel a rift starting to open up and it scared me tbh, I reached out a few times to try and resolve the issue with no avail, this and work stresses caused me to start to withdraw, I felt I had no one to help and sadly started to drink at the weekends to cope with this.
Fast forward to Aug and we all went on holiday, by this stage we had both put masks on and was further distant, to the extent where she on one occasion she made an excuse not to go out with me and the kids for the day, she chose to sunbathe at our base.
She came out with us the next day to sunbathe and got really burnt which in turn meant that she was unable to move off the bed. At this stage I was fed up and the children had all but had enough. I'm ashamed to admit in my sorrow I got drunk that night and the next morning had an argument with her and told her that we were going home, she refused and told me I could but they were staying. We had a quiet day for the rest of the day and finally we agreed that we would go home the next day. The journey home was a nighmare, anger and sadness.
When we got home she was taken to hospital with a large blister on her leg that needed treatment, I did what any partner and dad would do and got on with things.
A week after that, at the weekend she avoided me going to see friends etc I carried on with looking after the children and sorting the house. The same thing happened the following weekend, I felt so helpless and low at this stage that I just shut down completely on the Sunday and went to bed at 4.
The following morning (early September) was our BD she told me that she didn't want this anymore, I asked her to clarify and she told me that she didn't want to be in a relationship anymore, my world fell apart at that stage but, I told her I really don't want this but I respect your decision and I'll be gone by the time you get back from work. Her response was that I should stay for the childrens sake, so I relented just in case there was a chance we could work things out. I moved onto the sofa downstairs. A week later I had a message from her asking if we could sort things out and if I wanted too ?
For three months I worked on myself, slayed a lot of demons from my past thanks to Hypnotherapy and talking to friends. I was trying to be a better version of myself for me and for her, I gave up the drinking but nothing I did would make a difference she told me she was sacred to loose me but scared to open up to me.
All through this period I had a gut feeling that there was a OM, I encouraged her to have some time to herself over the weekends so she used to go out for the days on a Sunday and a few stop overs at friends houses ( so I thought) I encouraged this as I thought it would help alltho I had a niggling doubt. All the signs were there, phone, change in dress style etc. I did broach the subject a few times with her but it was always denied and even once swore on the children's life !! Everyday felt like I was on death row, I wasn't eating or sleeping.
3 days before Christmas I finally got the truth there was an OM, someone from her past. I borke down and left the house for the day to try and get some clarity, I then came back in the evening and foolishly tried to give her an ultimatum which backfired. So for the sake of the children and to try and get things sorted I stayed. I had a breakdown in a carpark after he tried to ring her and she was so anxious to talk to him it broke me completely, all I got was a pat on the back and told that she was uncomfortable.
I put up with the messages over the Christmas day and boxing day and had one last attempt buy taking everyone out to a familiar place, I felt like an alien in my own family and all of the good memories from ther had been forgotten by her, thatvwas the day I decided to move out and live with some family as a trial seperation we were not making any traction.
I have seen a massive change in her over the past few months for the worst, we have gone no contact,ltried to work out what we are going to do but every time we have she has broken down and doesn't know what she wants !.
She has told me that OM is not in the picture anymore as that 'wouldn't make sense' but I'm not sure as when I'm invited in her phone is always hidden and very regulated.
I am stuck with knowing waht to do for the best, she dissapears on a friday night (childen stays around the grandparents)she is reverting back into her younger self.
Sorry this is soo long but I'm at A loss at what to do for the best, there is a lot more to the story which I'll greatly answer.