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I'm going to keep this as short as poss cos the full story would seriously take 3 or 4 pages alone.
In a nutshell - 6 and a half years of extreme happiness and extreme sadness.
I suffer with depression and anxiety (on a more serious level rather than daily bias stuff) and have been a panic attack suffer from the age of 10. I had an extremely difficult upbringing and although I don't solely blame that for my attitude and personality, I feel it plays a huge part.
I am typing this now because I'm sat in my car on the side of my local airport (only a tiny airport surrounded by fields), resisting the urge to cry because that's just not me.
I'm the one everyone looks up to and says how the f*ck are you still standing, your one of the strongest people I know.
But there comes a time when you realise being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be because when you do finally breakdown, it's a full on breakdown.
I have nearly left my partner several times, due to his inability to grow up and be responsible. He has a job, works very hard and has a car, but that's as far as his responsibilities go whereas I have always been very very independent.
In May this year I went away for 2 weeks to stay with a friend which for me was a first as I haven't been able to stay away from home without my partner since the first time he stays over because of my panic attacks. I vowed I would leave him at the end of the 2 weeks because we just didn't want the same things. I want to start a family and grow up and be in the real world, he wanted to wait until forever and never start being a little bit responsible.
Amongst many other reasons, I told him it was it, and that even though I had said this several times before, I meant it this time. And he realised I was serious and he made ALOT of promises and these were not things he has ever promised or done before. And then I couldn't believe my eyes, he was sending me texts saying he was ready to start a family and that he is now 26 so it's time. I checked with him thousands of times to
Make sure he wasn't saying these things just to get me back and he assured me it was because he realised after not seeing me for 2 weeks just how much he loved me and would never want anyone else.
Well now he never talks about the baby, never shows interest, won't come to any scans, won't help me clean, change cat litter tray or wash up, and the reason I'm typing this tonight? He won't tell his mum I'm pregnant. I'm 17 weeks tomorrow and she is still none the wiser.
Is he ashamed? I don't know but what I do know is I can't take this anymore. I'm feeling suicidal again and I feel like I'm trapped.
I want to climb into a hole and never be seen again :,(
In a nutshell - 6 and a half years of extreme happiness and extreme sadness.
I suffer with depression and anxiety (on a more serious level rather than daily bias stuff) and have been a panic attack suffer from the age of 10. I had an extremely difficult upbringing and although I don't solely blame that for my attitude and personality, I feel it plays a huge part.
I am typing this now because I'm sat in my car on the side of my local airport (only a tiny airport surrounded by fields), resisting the urge to cry because that's just not me.
I'm the one everyone looks up to and says how the f*ck are you still standing, your one of the strongest people I know.
But there comes a time when you realise being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be because when you do finally breakdown, it's a full on breakdown.
I have nearly left my partner several times, due to his inability to grow up and be responsible. He has a job, works very hard and has a car, but that's as far as his responsibilities go whereas I have always been very very independent.
In May this year I went away for 2 weeks to stay with a friend which for me was a first as I haven't been able to stay away from home without my partner since the first time he stays over because of my panic attacks. I vowed I would leave him at the end of the 2 weeks because we just didn't want the same things. I want to start a family and grow up and be in the real world, he wanted to wait until forever and never start being a little bit responsible.
Amongst many other reasons, I told him it was it, and that even though I had said this several times before, I meant it this time. And he realised I was serious and he made ALOT of promises and these were not things he has ever promised or done before. And then I couldn't believe my eyes, he was sending me texts saying he was ready to start a family and that he is now 26 so it's time. I checked with him thousands of times to
Make sure he wasn't saying these things just to get me back and he assured me it was because he realised after not seeing me for 2 weeks just how much he loved me and would never want anyone else.
Well now he never talks about the baby, never shows interest, won't come to any scans, won't help me clean, change cat litter tray or wash up, and the reason I'm typing this tonight? He won't tell his mum I'm pregnant. I'm 17 weeks tomorrow and she is still none the wiser.
Is he ashamed? I don't know but what I do know is I can't take this anymore. I'm feeling suicidal again and I feel like I'm trapped.
I want to climb into a hole and never be seen again :,(