Hey guys....didn't know where else to go...[Added in at the end- I apologize that this is so long....even if no one reads this, I needed to get this off my heart..I'm not sure yet if it helped...but thank you. I have no social outlet. I really have NO friends-maybe one, but she's busy with her own family--MDC is really all I have]
Me and my SO (Jamaal) broke up on Valentines Day (this year). We've broken up in the past, but never like this. I didn't move out because mostly, I have no where to go (my parents are verbally abusive to me, my father is physically abusive to me and I have no other friends or family), and also so we could raise DS together and not keep uprooting him(we just moved into this apt. in October 2003).
His reasons-"We're too different". We've been together over 6 years and have a son who just turned 5 in March. Took him plenty of time to realize that, huh?
Lately he's been acting like a jerk...tells me he's going to a restaurant with his friends, comes home at 5:30am-he'd been at a club... So, I ask him that if he's going to be going out again, can he please come home earlier so I am not tired in the am (I have to unlatch the door to let him in when he decides to come home). He freaks out "You can't tell me what to do-I'm not your boyfriend! If I wanted a curfew, I'd turn 16 and move back in with my parents!" (LOL-WTF? Sounds funny in retrospect) He then proceeds to tell me that I can no longer "force" him to hang out with me (WTF?). Then, he explains to me that he can't stand living with me and he hates his life because of the way I act.
When I said that he should WANT to hang out with me, he says, almost exact words "So if some girl just walks up to me in the streets, I should have to hang out with her because she says she's my friend? And don't give me this crap that I've known you for 6 years". OMG I couldn't even say anything, I just walked away and cried so hard. is that all I mean to him? I'm equal to a stranger on the street in him mind...in his heart??
[BTW, the "forcing" him to hang out refers to me telling him-not asking-that I rented Gothika for us to watch together last Friday]
I don't understand this...I've done everything for this man (not the correct term I guess) and our son. I got pg. when I was in between 10th and 11th grade, Jamaal had just graduated. He still moved to Philly (we live on long island NY) to go to college for a year, coming back every other weekend or every three. The, he lived on campus at a NY school. He went to Temple in PA and CW Post in NY (both VERY expensive schools-paid for by mommy and daddy). He goes out whenever he wants to, with whomever he wants to, for as long as he wants to....
Me? I went to community college (paid for by myself out of pocket) and lived in an abusive home, then finally to a private college (paid for out of pocket and loans and fin. aid). I NEVER go out because a. I really don't have friends....the social isolation is killing me...I feel like I'm wilting. b. I don't have the time/energy c. Because he usually has plans anyway. d. I feel bad spending money on clubs and restaurants when I can't afford my text books and I'm constantly telling my son"Not today, I don't have the money"
He holds it over my head all the time that HE pays the rent and that I hardly work (Hello? I'm going to school FT, working 2 days a week, taking care of DeVante, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, ironing, paying the bills)...
But then sometimes he's the sweetest man I can imagine. He used to care so much about me, used to tell me that all he needed in his life were me and DeVante....couldn't wait to move in together....we were engaged (I broke it off about 5 years ago)...he always said the right things when I was sad...my pain was his pain ("I'd give anything to take your stress from you and bear it myself")...used to daydream with me about our future...now he acts so distant, like he couldn't care less about me, like my problems bother him.
When he acts like he does now, I swear, it's physically painful. It hurts so bad, knowing that I live for him and our son, and now...I don't know. The sad part is, I still look at him and want to marry him(once he grows the hell up anyway). I keep thinking about how he used to be, and I don't understand how someone can change so much-it's like I don't even know him. But still, I can't imagine not growing old with him. (God I am crying so hard right now).
What do I do? I don't want to live with someone who feels so negatively about me....but my only option is moving back with my parents, who I doubt would hit me (my dad), but smoke around us, and who are emotionally/verbally abusive.
I feel trapped....I feel like my soul is dying....I never thought he "couldn't satnd" me...I mean, we argued, but...damn. I really feel like just giving up. And to be spiteful, he asks DeVante (wthout consulting me 1st) "Wanna go see Grandma and Grandpa and you can play the playstation and go on Nick Jr.com?", and of course he got all excited, so now they're sleeping over there and having Easter dinner at his parent's house. I had planned dying eggs, making a cake....just being together. So now I'm alone for Easter (until 6pm anyway)
Last night DeVante was saying his prayers and it went something like this ".....and thank you for letting Jacob come over, and please let momma and daddy stop fighting so much, and please let me grow up and be stronger than daddy"....and it killed me inside. We try not to argue in front of him, but he's not dumb. I hate Jamaal for changing, I hate myself for changing and falling for him and still loving him, and I hate both of us for not being the parents DeVante deserves.
Okay, let me end this. Again, I'm so sorry...I just don't know what to do with myself...I've eaten so much crap today, a mixture of depression, stress and PMS-a deadly mixture!
Thank you all,
Kelly
Me and my SO (Jamaal) broke up on Valentines Day (this year). We've broken up in the past, but never like this. I didn't move out because mostly, I have no where to go (my parents are verbally abusive to me, my father is physically abusive to me and I have no other friends or family), and also so we could raise DS together and not keep uprooting him(we just moved into this apt. in October 2003).
His reasons-"We're too different". We've been together over 6 years and have a son who just turned 5 in March. Took him plenty of time to realize that, huh?
Lately he's been acting like a jerk...tells me he's going to a restaurant with his friends, comes home at 5:30am-he'd been at a club... So, I ask him that if he's going to be going out again, can he please come home earlier so I am not tired in the am (I have to unlatch the door to let him in when he decides to come home). He freaks out "You can't tell me what to do-I'm not your boyfriend! If I wanted a curfew, I'd turn 16 and move back in with my parents!" (LOL-WTF? Sounds funny in retrospect) He then proceeds to tell me that I can no longer "force" him to hang out with me (WTF?). Then, he explains to me that he can't stand living with me and he hates his life because of the way I act.
When I said that he should WANT to hang out with me, he says, almost exact words "So if some girl just walks up to me in the streets, I should have to hang out with her because she says she's my friend? And don't give me this crap that I've known you for 6 years". OMG I couldn't even say anything, I just walked away and cried so hard. is that all I mean to him? I'm equal to a stranger on the street in him mind...in his heart??
[BTW, the "forcing" him to hang out refers to me telling him-not asking-that I rented Gothika for us to watch together last Friday]I don't understand this...I've done everything for this man (not the correct term I guess) and our son. I got pg. when I was in between 10th and 11th grade, Jamaal had just graduated. He still moved to Philly (we live on long island NY) to go to college for a year, coming back every other weekend or every three. The, he lived on campus at a NY school. He went to Temple in PA and CW Post in NY (both VERY expensive schools-paid for by mommy and daddy). He goes out whenever he wants to, with whomever he wants to, for as long as he wants to....
Me? I went to community college (paid for by myself out of pocket) and lived in an abusive home, then finally to a private college (paid for out of pocket and loans and fin. aid). I NEVER go out because a. I really don't have friends....the social isolation is killing me...I feel like I'm wilting. b. I don't have the time/energy c. Because he usually has plans anyway. d. I feel bad spending money on clubs and restaurants when I can't afford my text books and I'm constantly telling my son"Not today, I don't have the money"
He holds it over my head all the time that HE pays the rent and that I hardly work (Hello? I'm going to school FT, working 2 days a week, taking care of DeVante, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, ironing, paying the bills)...
But then sometimes he's the sweetest man I can imagine. He used to care so much about me, used to tell me that all he needed in his life were me and DeVante....couldn't wait to move in together....we were engaged (I broke it off about 5 years ago)...he always said the right things when I was sad...my pain was his pain ("I'd give anything to take your stress from you and bear it myself")...used to daydream with me about our future...now he acts so distant, like he couldn't care less about me, like my problems bother him.
When he acts like he does now, I swear, it's physically painful. It hurts so bad, knowing that I live for him and our son, and now...I don't know. The sad part is, I still look at him and want to marry him(once he grows the hell up anyway). I keep thinking about how he used to be, and I don't understand how someone can change so much-it's like I don't even know him. But still, I can't imagine not growing old with him. (God I am crying so hard right now).
What do I do? I don't want to live with someone who feels so negatively about me....but my only option is moving back with my parents, who I doubt would hit me (my dad), but smoke around us, and who are emotionally/verbally abusive.
I feel trapped....I feel like my soul is dying....I never thought he "couldn't satnd" me...I mean, we argued, but...damn. I really feel like just giving up. And to be spiteful, he asks DeVante (wthout consulting me 1st) "Wanna go see Grandma and Grandpa and you can play the playstation and go on Nick Jr.com?", and of course he got all excited, so now they're sleeping over there and having Easter dinner at his parent's house. I had planned dying eggs, making a cake....just being together. So now I'm alone for Easter (until 6pm anyway)
Last night DeVante was saying his prayers and it went something like this ".....and thank you for letting Jacob come over, and please let momma and daddy stop fighting so much, and please let me grow up and be stronger than daddy"....and it killed me inside. We try not to argue in front of him, but he's not dumb. I hate Jamaal for changing, I hate myself for changing and falling for him and still loving him, and I hate both of us for not being the parents DeVante deserves.
Okay, let me end this. Again, I'm so sorry...I just don't know what to do with myself...I've eaten so much crap today, a mixture of depression, stress and PMS-a deadly mixture!
Thank you all,
Kelly











