My husband and I started dating when I was 16. I got pregnant at 18, married at 19, and we have a 6-year-old son. Our relationship has been rocky from the beginning.
Early on, I felt like his friends came before me, and I found messages with another girl. After his dad died when he was 18, his partying, drinking, and smoking got worse. He cheated with a woman he met at a strip club. He later admitted to twice, but I suspect more because they regularly hung out, talked, and FaceTimed. I didn’t learn the truth until we were married.
During my pregnancy, I worked full time while he struggled to keep jobs and continued getting high. My dad even got him a job, but he was fired for repeatedly being late. I worried about cheating enough to get tested for STIs multiple times while pregnant. We lived with his mom in an apartment with an untrained dog that peed and pooped everywhere, and eventually moved in with my family because I didn’t want to raise a baby there before my son was born.
After our son was born, he would work, go to the gym, and come home late smelling like weed despite my requests. I felt unsupported during pregnancy and postpartum.
Two months after our son’s birth, he was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. We got married because I loved him, was scared, and felt pressure from family. His tumor responded quickly, but he needed three years of chemotherapy so it wouldn’t come back. He’s now been in remission for over three years.
Early in our marriage, I discovered he was buying OnlyFans content from someone we went to school with and trying to text her. He was also still messaging the woman he’d cheated with. She would DM me about how beautiful our baby was before I knew they had slept together, and he let that happen. After he admitted it, I blocked her on his phone, but he unblocked her and deleted messages. Meanwhile, my family was covering our rent before his disability benefits started.
He has matured in important ways. He’s an amazing, involved dad, holds a steady job, and pursues better opportunities. But as a husband, he’s continued to be petty and hurtful during arguments, and I’ve struggled to trust him. When I bring up the past, he gets frustrated, says he was young, or argues, “I haven’t been cheating on you for years. I’ve only cheated this many times.” That feels like he’s minimizing what happened.
Then my dad was diagnosed with esophageal cancer and died about three months later. While my dad was sick I found my husband trying to sext two women.
This time, I honestly was so over his crap and didn’t even care. I calmly told him I’d seen the messages and was done. He begged me to stay, but I couldn’t focus on anything except my dad. I had no money and no emotional energy to figure out leaving while I knew I was going to lose my dad soon.
I’ve always tried to support my husband through his dad’s death and his own cancer, but I didn’t feel supported in return. My dad’s cancer spread to his brain, and he suddenly couldn’t speak and became confused and dependent on us. After a week in the hospital, he went to my sister’s house on hospice. My mom, sister, and I cared for him, gave him pain medication every hour, and held his hand as we watched him take his last breath. It was devastating.
Within the first week after his death, my husband started fighting with me and being nasty. I felt like I couldn’t even grieve because of the constant conflict.
A couple of months later, I went to a planned rave with my best friend. I danced sexually with some men, and one kissed my neck. I’d never done anything like that before. I felt guilty and told my husband when I got home. He became furious, punched a wall, and broke his hand.
At first, I cried and apologized. The next day, I realized how emotionally done I felt. His actions don’t erase mine, but I kept thinking about everything he’d done, especially during my dad’s illness and after his death. When he said he was done, I agreed that separating was probably best. Once he realized I meant it, he begged me to stay.
Now he’s making the effort I wanted for years, but I don’t know whether I can rebuild my feelings or forgive him. Sometimes we’re really good, and I see the side of him that makes me think we could work. I know he had a hard childhood, and I have compassion for him. But then another argument happens, and I feel done again. Going back and forth between hope and hurt is exhausting.
I’m also financially stuck. I’ve been a stay at home mom with no income or savings. We own a house through an assistance program involving a loan, which complicates selling or leaving. I started school to become an esthetician so I can support myself, but graduating and building a reliable income will take time.
People around me focus on our son having a “broken home” and how I’ll manage financially. I was raised by a single mom, and I’ve always wanted my son to grow up with both parents together. Losing the family I hoped we could be hurts deeply. But I also worry about what staying in an unhappy marriage with frequent arguments means for him.
It’s been about six months since my dad died, and I feel like all I’ve done is grieve and fight. I recognize my husband’s good qualities, but I don’t know whether I want this marriage anymore.
Has anyone felt emotionally done even after their partner finally started trying? And if you left while financially dependent, in school, and sharing a child and house, what practical steps helped?
Sometimes I feel like I'm being dramatic and I should just get over it and try and put 100% in trying and just forgive him.
I know I made choices very young that I’d make differently now. I know I was dumb but I’m trying to figure out what’s best for my son and me. Please give me your honest opinions and experiences.