5 years now ive been with my guy and it definitely hasn't been all happy
endings. we have a two year old daughter who is our absolute world. my
partner had been a meth addict since before i fell pregnant. our
relationship deteriorated because of it b...
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5 years now ive been with my guy and it definitely hasn't been all happy
endings. we have a two year old daughter who is our absolute world. my
partner had been a meth addict since before i fell pregnant. our
relationship deteriorated because of it before i knew i was pregnant.
when i realised i was pregnant my partner didnt want it, he wasn't there
during my pregnancy, only when he wanted sex every fortnight or so. he
came good then hated me again when we found out it was a girl we were
having because he wanted a boy. he wasnt there during the birth despite
me trying to get in contact with him, he showed up just after. things
then kinda started to go okay between us both with our little newbie, he
was still on crack everyday but it was a feeling of relief seeing him
each day not when i had gone basically 9 months without him. after maybe
6 months he started getting alot worse, and i couldnt tolerate it much
anymore, which lasted up until Oct 2016. hes a truck driver and is gone
3 nights a week, but when he was home he was never actually home, i
never saw him unless he came to dump his dirty clothes or have a shower
or sleep for 2 days then leave again with his influence. my daughter and
i never saw him we never did anything together he never paid for bills
or helped me financially despite him being on $1,800 a week. i fended
for myself and our girl for the first year and a half, i remember many
moments of grant lashing out at me like it was only yesterday. i still
remember falling to my knees on my kitchen floor one day, screaming my
lungs out, whaling with tears, with my phone in my hand just begging for
him to come home. "please please come home please" things i asked
everyday i remember, i remember the pain, i remember the trauma. i
remember the loneliness, every night at 3am when i am still struggling
to sleep because i dont know where you are, one more quick burst out of
tears and show myself more self hate before i cry myself to sleep. the
last 6 months hes been clean and sobar and back to his old amazing self,
however im jus finding myself wanting to get away from him. i want to
live separate without actually breaking up, i never gave myself the
space i needed to heal myself and the trauma i went through for so long,
i need time to miss him. hes so insecure because of his own fuck ups
that its now taking its toll on me on another level and i am mentally
drained. i just want to this so much but im so lost with how, doing so
seems like a fairy tale