01-03-2015, 06:54 AM
I need advice. I've been in a relationship with my partner for almost 16 years. I feel like I'm emotionally drifting apart from him more and more, and I don't know what to do.
So, long story...sorry...
For most of our years together, we've been happy, though a constant issue for most of it was the fact that he worked a lot, and I spent a lot of time on my own. Another issue was that he's never filed divorce papers from a woman he married while he was in the closet years before we got together, which on his part has been pure laziness for the most part, but an insult to me nonetheless.
About 3 to 4 years ago, it started to get worse. I was freelancing from home for a few years, and was on my own quite a bit. Then, my partner's car went kaput, and he started using mine to get to work. As much as I pleaded, he never made much effort to get another car. I started to get very heavy, lonely, isolated, trapped and depressed at home. I didn't have many friends. Then in the span of about 6 months, I had a health scare and started taking care of myself better. I bought a used car from a family member so I was mobile again. I started working out, lost weight, and looked and felt better in than I had in a long time. I started to just live life more for me. I made some new friends and started to get a social life again. My partner immediately started getting jealous and upset with me. Even though I constantly invited him to do things with me.
Things got even worse. The job that took up so much of his time fired him. He was unemployed for 6 months. I struggled to get enough work to support us. During this time we fought a lot, and I was feeling so miserable, overworked and lonely. I met someone else that I started to have feelings for. Then I did something I never thought I would ever do. I cheated on him. I fessed up pretty quickly and we separated for a few months, but still lived in the same house. I broke off ties with the other person grew feelings for. It was the worst time of my life. My guilt pushed me into a bad depression that I think I'm still battling. We argued constantly and he threatened suicide, and he even started punching holes in the wall, which really scared me.
A few months later, we sat down and decided to try to make things work again. We agreed we needed each other to survive financially. We both got new jobs, and started to rebuild our finances again. We caught up on our mortgage and have slowly been healing financially. We've also been working on the relationship. We've been in the healing aftermath of what I call the "year of hell" for over 18 months now.
As much as I'm trying to make things work again, I'm not feeling the closeness to him that I should be feeling. His new job has him home a lot more, but all he does is sleep on the couch. There's not much motivation from him to do a lot of things together, which had been an issue for a while. I'm back to taking care of most of the house and feeling lonely again. His sleep has taken the place of his overworking. He's continued to let himself go, in the opposite direction of me. He's put on very unhealthy amounts of weight. Ive tried to get him to eat better and exercise like I've learned to do, even do it with me as a couple, but it never happens. I've lost most desire to be intimate with him, though he still wants to all the time, well, when he's awake. Though I try to delay it often, I still have sex with him, but it feels increasingly uncomfortable. I feel like I have to do it to keep him from getting depressed, which he will get if I say no too much. And I feel like I have to keep trying to make it work, and cleanse my guilt of the year of hell. He's gotten more needy with me, constantly asking me if I love him via text and phone calls during the day. I constantly try to reassure him and try to say the right things or else he gets upset.
I do care about him. He really is a good person. Everyone likes him. He's very close with my family. I worry about his health and mental well being. I worry if he could really survive without me. I know he loves me very very much. And I think I do on some levels still. I'm just not sure where it's going now. I do my best to keep him happy now and keep things positive, whether I'm feeling it or not. We've been together for so long, own a home together, have two dogs together. I keep trying to convince myself that I should be happy with what I have. I have a home and someone who loves me and knows me better than most after all these years, and that I need to learn to just live with the rest. But can I? Should I? Should this be just enough?
So, long story...sorry...
For most of our years together, we've been happy, though a constant issue for most of it was the fact that he worked a lot, and I spent a lot of time on my own. Another issue was that he's never filed divorce papers from a woman he married while he was in the closet years before we got together, which on his part has been pure laziness for the most part, but an insult to me nonetheless.
About 3 to 4 years ago, it started to get worse. I was freelancing from home for a few years, and was on my own quite a bit. Then, my partner's car went kaput, and he started using mine to get to work. As much as I pleaded, he never made much effort to get another car. I started to get very heavy, lonely, isolated, trapped and depressed at home. I didn't have many friends. Then in the span of about 6 months, I had a health scare and started taking care of myself better. I bought a used car from a family member so I was mobile again. I started working out, lost weight, and looked and felt better in than I had in a long time. I started to just live life more for me. I made some new friends and started to get a social life again. My partner immediately started getting jealous and upset with me. Even though I constantly invited him to do things with me.
Things got even worse. The job that took up so much of his time fired him. He was unemployed for 6 months. I struggled to get enough work to support us. During this time we fought a lot, and I was feeling so miserable, overworked and lonely. I met someone else that I started to have feelings for. Then I did something I never thought I would ever do. I cheated on him. I fessed up pretty quickly and we separated for a few months, but still lived in the same house. I broke off ties with the other person grew feelings for. It was the worst time of my life. My guilt pushed me into a bad depression that I think I'm still battling. We argued constantly and he threatened suicide, and he even started punching holes in the wall, which really scared me.
A few months later, we sat down and decided to try to make things work again. We agreed we needed each other to survive financially. We both got new jobs, and started to rebuild our finances again. We caught up on our mortgage and have slowly been healing financially. We've also been working on the relationship. We've been in the healing aftermath of what I call the "year of hell" for over 18 months now.
As much as I'm trying to make things work again, I'm not feeling the closeness to him that I should be feeling. His new job has him home a lot more, but all he does is sleep on the couch. There's not much motivation from him to do a lot of things together, which had been an issue for a while. I'm back to taking care of most of the house and feeling lonely again. His sleep has taken the place of his overworking. He's continued to let himself go, in the opposite direction of me. He's put on very unhealthy amounts of weight. Ive tried to get him to eat better and exercise like I've learned to do, even do it with me as a couple, but it never happens. I've lost most desire to be intimate with him, though he still wants to all the time, well, when he's awake. Though I try to delay it often, I still have sex with him, but it feels increasingly uncomfortable. I feel like I have to do it to keep him from getting depressed, which he will get if I say no too much. And I feel like I have to keep trying to make it work, and cleanse my guilt of the year of hell. He's gotten more needy with me, constantly asking me if I love him via text and phone calls during the day. I constantly try to reassure him and try to say the right things or else he gets upset.
I do care about him. He really is a good person. Everyone likes him. He's very close with my family. I worry about his health and mental well being. I worry if he could really survive without me. I know he loves me very very much. And I think I do on some levels still. I'm just not sure where it's going now. I do my best to keep him happy now and keep things positive, whether I'm feeling it or not. We've been together for so long, own a home together, have two dogs together. I keep trying to convince myself that I should be happy with what I have. I have a home and someone who loves me and knows me better than most after all these years, and that I need to learn to just live with the rest. But can I? Should I? Should this be just enough?