It's not the first time I have posted on these forums about the difficulties I have been through over the last few years. Some of you may even remember reading things about the ex girlfriend and all of her maddening stunts. How hard it was, despite everything she was doing to me, to leave and go into the unknown. The problem is I really cannot see a way forward and to be frank I'm pretty terrified about everything.
Okay, the background for those of you who don't know, I was with the ex girlfriend for just short of 7 years, we have two children together; my little boy aged 4 and my little girl aged 2. The relationship was never easy and right from the beginning I was treated pretty appallingly, flirting with other men openly in front of me; to the point where I highly suspected things where going on, I was a verbal punching bag and was just generally made to feel like I was a nuisance. Under normal circumstances I'd have just walked but apart from the fact we had to work very closely with each other I was also at a highly vulnerable point in my life. My father whom I had been extremely close with had died a couple of years before and I hadn't successfully been able to deal with it. Being quite big on religion at the time I was desperate for a sign. So when talking to my father's gravestone and asking for a job (as mentioned above) and to meet the love of my life etc I took it as sure a sign as any when it turned out that her birthday was the same day that my Dad had passed away "27th November".
Before we actually started dating we seemed to have just clicked and she aroused me both personally and sexually; she seemed like she was the perfect woman for me. She had justified her horrific behaviour from the very beginning and in such a way that I ended up feeling, wholeheartedly, that if I didn't support her or persevere with her that I was going to miss out on the love of my life. She told me about a catalogue of psychological and emotional abuse that she had experienced at the hands of her mother and grandmother. She told me about a myriad of epically appalling things she had witnessed her father put through by her mother and sisters, how half of her siblings where the offspring of various uncles and even her eldest brother.... something her poor father had become all too aware of. She even told me about various men ranging from Doctors to night club doormen who had horrifically mistreated her.
I wanted to show her that not all men are the same, I believed that there was a truly great person under all of this venom and damage and that eventually everything would come good and we would be married, have a family and emigrate to New Zealand.
Over the years, I had been alienated from my entire family, I had been discouraged both emotionally and physically from spending time with my friends ( Waterworks or jumping my bones) and she had essentially cost me my inheritance; the family home.
Once she was pregnant she engineered me out of my job, emotional blackmail etc.... and had moved us out of my home city and into an area where I knew nobody or nothing except her eldest cousin. She made sure that ALL finances where paid directly into her account, at this point the benefits, and that all bills where set up in my name.
Eventually the emotional abuse, withholding affection when she didn't get her own way, was joined by psychological abuse and domestic violence. She had me totally convinced she was my sole lifeline but that I must do exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it and when she wanted it or that she would cast me aside. Her expectations where completely unrealistic and I suffered terribly as a result.
Being in a long term suicidal depression, the only thing keeping me here was my kids, I ended the relationship last June, not for the first time but most seriously, I hoped and prayed that this would shock her out of her behaviour that she would realise that I was worth fighting for and that she would go to couples counselling with me. She didn't take me back, but she forced me to stay under the same roof as her and the children emotionally blackmailing me over her career as a student nurse stating no one would provide a future for them if she didn't.
She got everything she wanted without the inconvenience of a relationship, sex when she wanted it (playing on my desires for us to be a proper family) a live in baby sitter and housemaid and whipping post all rolled into one.
Naturally the pressures mounted up to the point where I was starting to make actual plans for ending my life, I couldn't keep up with everything that was expected of me so I focussed on the children and tried to make sure that at the very least they got what they needed and where protected from all the negativity. I was blind to the damage that was being inflicted on them psychologically and it was only in January after taking them away for a week to my recently back in contact mothers that it all became apparent... I gave the ex an ultimatum "apologize and get help or I'm leaving". Well she clearly didn't believe me and once returning the children I left her.
A few days later I had to return to collect belongings when the **** truly hit the fan. She begged me to return, cried and screamed, pleaded but not for us to get back together as a couple and to work on our problems together but as she put it "For you to know your place and for me to know mine and when I've finished this academic year you can leave". When I refused things got violent, worse than ever before and eventually I managed to lock myself in the bathroom and call the police.
I suppose this brings us to now, apart from bits of living in hostels and not seeing my kids for months.
My situation is this...
I have clinical depression, I can't work full time because the only contact she allowed for me to have with my children doesn't fit in with work. Can't get part time work to pay enough to cover all my bills so I'm back on Employment and Support Allowance. Again I can't return to education because of the hours I'm allowed to see my kids. Solicitor is working on it but it's going to take at the very least months... I am going for residence due to serious issues with her parenting.
I have a mountain of debt at around 7 grand thanks to her, I have no career prospects and this pokey run down little 1 bedroom flat in a god awful part of the city apart from an airbed a tatty old sofa and my computer I have no furniture. My benefits barely cover my visits to the children and I do them as cheaply as can be.
I try everyday to be positive and in some regards I'm happier but I cannot see a way forward! I cannot see anyway at the moment to improve my life and the lives of my children. I need help guys (I'm already seeing a counsellor and back on anti depressants) I need some guidance on how to start building a good life for myself.
So I ask, trolls included, is my life over? Because it sure bloody feels like it!
Okay, the background for those of you who don't know, I was with the ex girlfriend for just short of 7 years, we have two children together; my little boy aged 4 and my little girl aged 2. The relationship was never easy and right from the beginning I was treated pretty appallingly, flirting with other men openly in front of me; to the point where I highly suspected things where going on, I was a verbal punching bag and was just generally made to feel like I was a nuisance. Under normal circumstances I'd have just walked but apart from the fact we had to work very closely with each other I was also at a highly vulnerable point in my life. My father whom I had been extremely close with had died a couple of years before and I hadn't successfully been able to deal with it. Being quite big on religion at the time I was desperate for a sign. So when talking to my father's gravestone and asking for a job (as mentioned above) and to meet the love of my life etc I took it as sure a sign as any when it turned out that her birthday was the same day that my Dad had passed away "27th November".
Before we actually started dating we seemed to have just clicked and she aroused me both personally and sexually; she seemed like she was the perfect woman for me. She had justified her horrific behaviour from the very beginning and in such a way that I ended up feeling, wholeheartedly, that if I didn't support her or persevere with her that I was going to miss out on the love of my life. She told me about a catalogue of psychological and emotional abuse that she had experienced at the hands of her mother and grandmother. She told me about a myriad of epically appalling things she had witnessed her father put through by her mother and sisters, how half of her siblings where the offspring of various uncles and even her eldest brother.... something her poor father had become all too aware of. She even told me about various men ranging from Doctors to night club doormen who had horrifically mistreated her.
I wanted to show her that not all men are the same, I believed that there was a truly great person under all of this venom and damage and that eventually everything would come good and we would be married, have a family and emigrate to New Zealand.
Over the years, I had been alienated from my entire family, I had been discouraged both emotionally and physically from spending time with my friends ( Waterworks or jumping my bones) and she had essentially cost me my inheritance; the family home.
Once she was pregnant she engineered me out of my job, emotional blackmail etc.... and had moved us out of my home city and into an area where I knew nobody or nothing except her eldest cousin. She made sure that ALL finances where paid directly into her account, at this point the benefits, and that all bills where set up in my name.
Eventually the emotional abuse, withholding affection when she didn't get her own way, was joined by psychological abuse and domestic violence. She had me totally convinced she was my sole lifeline but that I must do exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it and when she wanted it or that she would cast me aside. Her expectations where completely unrealistic and I suffered terribly as a result.
Being in a long term suicidal depression, the only thing keeping me here was my kids, I ended the relationship last June, not for the first time but most seriously, I hoped and prayed that this would shock her out of her behaviour that she would realise that I was worth fighting for and that she would go to couples counselling with me. She didn't take me back, but she forced me to stay under the same roof as her and the children emotionally blackmailing me over her career as a student nurse stating no one would provide a future for them if she didn't.
She got everything she wanted without the inconvenience of a relationship, sex when she wanted it (playing on my desires for us to be a proper family) a live in baby sitter and housemaid and whipping post all rolled into one.
Naturally the pressures mounted up to the point where I was starting to make actual plans for ending my life, I couldn't keep up with everything that was expected of me so I focussed on the children and tried to make sure that at the very least they got what they needed and where protected from all the negativity. I was blind to the damage that was being inflicted on them psychologically and it was only in January after taking them away for a week to my recently back in contact mothers that it all became apparent... I gave the ex an ultimatum "apologize and get help or I'm leaving". Well she clearly didn't believe me and once returning the children I left her.
A few days later I had to return to collect belongings when the **** truly hit the fan. She begged me to return, cried and screamed, pleaded but not for us to get back together as a couple and to work on our problems together but as she put it "For you to know your place and for me to know mine and when I've finished this academic year you can leave". When I refused things got violent, worse than ever before and eventually I managed to lock myself in the bathroom and call the police.
I suppose this brings us to now, apart from bits of living in hostels and not seeing my kids for months.
My situation is this...
I have clinical depression, I can't work full time because the only contact she allowed for me to have with my children doesn't fit in with work. Can't get part time work to pay enough to cover all my bills so I'm back on Employment and Support Allowance. Again I can't return to education because of the hours I'm allowed to see my kids. Solicitor is working on it but it's going to take at the very least months... I am going for residence due to serious issues with her parenting.
I have a mountain of debt at around 7 grand thanks to her, I have no career prospects and this pokey run down little 1 bedroom flat in a god awful part of the city apart from an airbed a tatty old sofa and my computer I have no furniture. My benefits barely cover my visits to the children and I do them as cheaply as can be.
I try everyday to be positive and in some regards I'm happier but I cannot see a way forward! I cannot see anyway at the moment to improve my life and the lives of my children. I need help guys (I'm already seeing a counsellor and back on anti depressants) I need some guidance on how to start building a good life for myself.
So I ask, trolls included, is my life over? Because it sure bloody feels like it!