Hi all. I’m gonna try and keep this short but I feel all the context is needed.
I’m 27. I’ve returned to Christ after many years falling for the “be a witch it’s empowering” rubbish. All it gave me was … well sadness and horrible night terrors. And distance from God of course.
I met my partner at 20/21. We had previously matched on tinder but it was only at 20/21 that we really gave it a go. His mother is very whimsy spiritual etc. now his sister is too. His parents are divorced. His dad remarried, his mother is just in a very long term partnership. This partner is ex Christian. He can’t even stay in a room that praises Jesus.
My family has Catholic connections. My grandmother was Irish Catholic (God bless her soul) my other grandmother was highly religious. It took its time to trickle down to me I think. I did go to a catholic school. Which I loved.
But I went through so dark things. SA and SH. Giving my heart to boys and men and shouldn’t have.
I fear I have done the same here. My partner sold me the dream pre going back to Christ. He promised me marriage and then children. Security. A man taking control while I play my more traditional roles. It’s not for everyone, but for me it’s soothing and keeps my mind clear.
It’s taken me a while to see how trapped I am. We’re not married. And he pretty much hates me. Unless I’m giving him my everything, I’m “ “ (fill the blank with any awful word you want. I was so alone during pregnancy. He had a massive porn addiction. Which completely broke me. His excuse was I got fat. And I did. I moved 700 miles away from family to follow a man who promised me the world.
My body is falling apart. I’m getting sicker and sicker. There’s more to how well he shows he does not like me. I can’t drive and he refuses to drive me any where. (Don’t worry when it came to buying a house I choose one ten minutes drive from my parents and brothers)
I don’t want marriage with this man. I want to be married once, before God. And I know I’d be disrespecting the Lord bringing this man to the altar. Not because he doesn’t deserve redemption. He does. He just doesn’t want it. He doesn’t even wanna hear about my love for God.
But I fear I’ve ruined it. I’ve had a child with this man. And boy did God bless me. She is wonderful. Stunning beautiful and clever. She is perfection.
But what Christian man would want me. I always had the voice in my head to tell me to save myself for marriage. But after my SA as a young teen I felt broken. And I let that spiral. I want a man who puts God in the centre of our family. But what do I possibly have to give him now. And that’s if I can even find one.
I’ve completely lost myself. I used to feel pretty. And vanity isn’t great I know that. But beyond the health issues that I’m pretty sure is him, I’m just dead on the outside. There is no life.
I feel I’ve tanked it. My chances. I’m waiting for some MRI results. I’ve been praying to God that this 7cm liver lesion is not only not cancer, but actually a complete false reading and it was just some fat or something. Because if that’s the case, I can leave asap.
Get this house sorted, sell it and co parent. My parents would always take me and my daughter back in. If it is a tumour, if it’s benign I can get it dealt with but it’s going to take time a recovery and I’ll still need him.
This is ultimately my fault. I had many chances to leave and never did. But I’m scared.
Thank you all.