So, this all started three years ago. Id known this bloke, Daniel, for more than ten years. We kept bumping into each other, and honestly, there was always a bit of a spark I fancied him, he liked me too, you know? Anyway, eventually he started chatting to me properly and we got together. At first, he was lovely really attentive, always there when I needed him, and made time for me no matter what. I ended up falling for him, really.
After wed been together for a year, he convinced me to marry him. He said we should just get on with it and live together properly. My family didnt exactly approve of us, so I agreed, thinking that if we got married, theyd eventually come around. We had a secret wedding neither his family nor mine knew about it, not until two months later. In that time, we were still living separately in our own places.
Once my family found out, they put their foot down and insisted we move in together. My parents rent out rooms in their house, so we moved into one paying rent, mind you! Everything seemed rosy at first, but Daniel kept moaning, Lets get out of here, and I kept saying no.
Another year on, I started to notice subtle changes. He wasnt making time for me anymore. No matter what I did good, bad, whatever he always picked fault. If I hadnt done the laundry, it was an issue. If dinner wasnt perfect, suddenly I couldnt cook. Every evening, he was outside, glued to his phone.
I started complaining about how hed changed, but his excuse was always, Well, Ill look for outside what Im missing at home. And thats how another six months went by.
Then my family started seeing him come out of a house just up our road. They told me, Hes cheating on you, but I kept making excuses for him. Hed insist, Dont be daft, theyre just customers, because he worked as a water delivery man.
Eventually, he just stopped coming home overnight, always with the same tale, I stayed over at so and sos. And I kept accepting it. My family said again, Weve seen him at that house. Id confront him, kick up a fuss, and hed just say theyd got it wrong and, as always, Id end up believing him.
Hes always been ridiculously jealous of me still is, to be honest. He tried to control everything, kept me away from my family. If he was going out, I wasnt allowed to bat an eyelid, but if I was late or not at home waiting for him, hed kick off, demanding to know where I was and why I wasnt there looking after him. Some days he was horrible to me, the next, suddenly sweet as pie. It was always the same: hurt me today, apologise and act all nice tomorrow.
In December, we had it out and he hit me. The next day, he just said, It was your fault. And what I did was nothing. I just didnt know what to do anymore, but I still clung on to him. I didnt tell my family a thing.
Then Christmas rolled around, and he said, I need to go visit my family, wash and iron my clothes for me, get everything ready. And, like a mug, I did it, as always. He went to his family for two days people Ive never even met.
When he got back, he seemed almost like a different person. He apologised for what hed done, but then, not long after, he hit me again this time because he heard Id been texting someone. And he goes, Sorry, but if I ever find out youre seeing someone else, I wont leave you alone. Youll always be mine, thats why youre my wife.
Thats when I asked for a divorce, and his response was, No. Do what you like.
On the 30th, he came around again, had me do the same routine laundry, ironing, packing for another trip to his family. I was petrified by then, completely lost on what to do. He left, and honestly, it was the most peaceful day Id had in ages.
Then, on the 1st, I saw him on Facebook with his new girlfriend. He spent New Years Eve with her. I finally gathered the courage to call him out that same day, and off he went with her she lives just up the road from us.
Now hes popping back up, full of regret, saying he wants me back, that he made a mistake, but also blaming me, saying I pushed him to it. I really dont know what to do anymore. I see him everywhere. Ive blocked him, but he keeps hassling me.
I only spoke to him once, told him the next time hell see me is when he signs the divorce papers. And he just says, Do what you want, but I wont sign.
Honestly, what am I supposed to do?
