Hey guys,
I'm going to try and condense what would normally be a TL
R post into a more sensible sized post, so forgive me if it jumps around or seems short on info, happy to elaborate if needed.
But basically, I've been with my girlfriend coming up to 7 years, and in 2014 she got pregnant, we weren't trying and it caused some tension initially but I'm so glad she didn't listen to me as my son is the best thing to ever happen to me. But even before she got pregnant, we had far from the best relationship anyway, we argued a lot, didn't really have any intimacy and we were on and off a lot. Friends would always wonder why I was with her, and truth be told, I can't even tell you. Almost just felt easier at the time to be with her than go through the hassle of breaking up, which looking back is bizarre given how simple it would have been back then.
But when our son was born, I promised myself I'd try my hardest to make this work so he could grow up in a loving home. Things were great at first, other than the odd slip that you'd expect during that stressful period but for the most part it seemed to improve, but it quickly went back to how it used to be. But still, I was determined to make it work for my sons sake. I worked myself silly in my contracting job. Didn't have a day off for 2 years, sometimes working weekends just so I could build up a large deposit for a nice brand new big house and as small a mortgage as possible just so he could have a stable home rather than moving a lot like we did renting (landlords hiking rent every year in an already expensive area made it cheaper to move a lot than stay in one place). This caused me no amount of stress as I just felt burnt out all the time.
Relationship wise we're now at the point where I just feel nothing for her, and we just have no patience with each other, we're constantly losing our rag with each other over the smallest thing as we just can't stand each other basically. We always avoid this in front of our son, and as far as he's concerned, we're probably all loved up and happy as we're pretty good at putting on the act. But I don't want to be "that guy", losing his rag at his girlfriend, shouting and yelling and sometimes using language that I regret, I hate it but we're as bad as each other, not that it's an excuse.
But I know that despite my best efforts and intentions, by staying together and wanting to provide that loving stable home, I'm actually bringing him up in a toxic environment that will just do more harm than good. And for me as well it's not doing my any good, I've started to let the stress and misery creep in to other aspects of my life, my health has suffered too. I've found myself feeling run down a lot and getting colds and infections a lot more frequently due to always being stressed, and I pretty much suffer with tension headaches 24/7.
The dilemma I have is, the thought of not seeing my son every day breaks my heart. He's everything to me, and as cliche as it sounds, pretty much the reason I do anything any more as I'm sure any parent would agree. Forcing myself to walk away seems impossible, and I know it will be hard for him too. He's always waiting by the stairs for me to come home after work, and always wants me to get up with him in the morning as he loves "daddy noah time" as he puts it in the mornings, and thinking about him being upset wondering where I am makes me well up just thinking about it. And from an entirely selfish point of view, at his young age (he's 2), I'm worried about her meeting someone else and him seeing him more than he would me, and associating him as dad rather than me.
I'm honestly not looking for sympathy but I guess the point of this thread is just to get some input from people who have walked away for the right reasons and how they coped with it? Was it as hard as you expected? How much you get to see your children (less or more than you hoped)?
Thanks guys
I'm going to try and condense what would normally be a TL

But basically, I've been with my girlfriend coming up to 7 years, and in 2014 she got pregnant, we weren't trying and it caused some tension initially but I'm so glad she didn't listen to me as my son is the best thing to ever happen to me. But even before she got pregnant, we had far from the best relationship anyway, we argued a lot, didn't really have any intimacy and we were on and off a lot. Friends would always wonder why I was with her, and truth be told, I can't even tell you. Almost just felt easier at the time to be with her than go through the hassle of breaking up, which looking back is bizarre given how simple it would have been back then.
But when our son was born, I promised myself I'd try my hardest to make this work so he could grow up in a loving home. Things were great at first, other than the odd slip that you'd expect during that stressful period but for the most part it seemed to improve, but it quickly went back to how it used to be. But still, I was determined to make it work for my sons sake. I worked myself silly in my contracting job. Didn't have a day off for 2 years, sometimes working weekends just so I could build up a large deposit for a nice brand new big house and as small a mortgage as possible just so he could have a stable home rather than moving a lot like we did renting (landlords hiking rent every year in an already expensive area made it cheaper to move a lot than stay in one place). This caused me no amount of stress as I just felt burnt out all the time.
Relationship wise we're now at the point where I just feel nothing for her, and we just have no patience with each other, we're constantly losing our rag with each other over the smallest thing as we just can't stand each other basically. We always avoid this in front of our son, and as far as he's concerned, we're probably all loved up and happy as we're pretty good at putting on the act. But I don't want to be "that guy", losing his rag at his girlfriend, shouting and yelling and sometimes using language that I regret, I hate it but we're as bad as each other, not that it's an excuse.
But I know that despite my best efforts and intentions, by staying together and wanting to provide that loving stable home, I'm actually bringing him up in a toxic environment that will just do more harm than good. And for me as well it's not doing my any good, I've started to let the stress and misery creep in to other aspects of my life, my health has suffered too. I've found myself feeling run down a lot and getting colds and infections a lot more frequently due to always being stressed, and I pretty much suffer with tension headaches 24/7.
The dilemma I have is, the thought of not seeing my son every day breaks my heart. He's everything to me, and as cliche as it sounds, pretty much the reason I do anything any more as I'm sure any parent would agree. Forcing myself to walk away seems impossible, and I know it will be hard for him too. He's always waiting by the stairs for me to come home after work, and always wants me to get up with him in the morning as he loves "daddy noah time" as he puts it in the mornings, and thinking about him being upset wondering where I am makes me well up just thinking about it. And from an entirely selfish point of view, at his young age (he's 2), I'm worried about her meeting someone else and him seeing him more than he would me, and associating him as dad rather than me.
I'm honestly not looking for sympathy but I guess the point of this thread is just to get some input from people who have walked away for the right reasons and how they coped with it? Was it as hard as you expected? How much you get to see your children (less or more than you hoped)?
Thanks guys
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