I suppose that is the one of the many million dollar questions. Why do I want to stay..
As mentioned briefly in my other posts, I have lived a large part of my life being really selfish, because that was the only way I knew how to.
My parents' marriage broke apart in my adolescent years, and I witnessed shouting/ fighting matches, neighbors calling the cops thinking there were domestic disturbances, my mother coming back drunk, puking and wailing, my dad nowhere in sight, my siblings were away, so I really had to care of my mom when I was 14 and beyond. I acted out in school, stealing, got ostracized, bullied, and spent a large part of my time in school hiding in the toilet or being by myself. Had relatives who would call me up and scold me for ruining holidays and blame my mom etc.
I've never really thought of the repercussions of parental abandonment so I didn't take any time to heal from these issues. I just lived day to day, and just tried to be ok.
I moved in with my then bf (now BH) early, and his parents took me in. So that meant I didn't need to learn adulthood responsibilities, and I became an extension of my BH. He has always been a rock, taking care of me, and so I took it all for granted. He love me hard and unconditionally, and gave up many things to love me and be with me. He tolerated my shortcomings and I took more and I honestly didn't know how bad i was becoming.
I lived in my own brain and could never be vulnerable, did what I wanted to "live" as "life too short to be unhappy", I avoid conflict like a plague as I have seen the destruction first hand, but never learnt to have a proper discussion.
I craved to be accepted by everyone, became a people pleaser, afraid to stir the pot, and relied on being charming and pretty to get by, and believed that that was all I was.
The further I fell into this A-hole of entitlement, the more my BH got upset, and the more resentful I got for him trying to change me, to be more like himself.
My A was about me showing my BH that I could be happy with someone who was f-up like me, that all our issues could not be resolved so why bother (nor did I want to), I wanted to leave because I didn't want to prolong the pain like my parents did, that I should leave because I know my BH will be happier without me messing up his life even more. A whole lot of self justifications.
I was truly completely blind to everything and was literally just trying to love myself in all the wrong superficial ways.
However, early this year, there was a seismic shift in my views and thoughts, and the resentment and anger I felt dissipated when I saw my BH stand strong and brave amidst all that I have thrown at him. Despite being broken, he was still trying. I saw him try again and again, and it broke me. I finally understood what love meant and saw that I needed to change. I did love my BH, but I stopped loving him when I had my A, and now I am falling in love with him all over again.
I want to stay because I love his scent, his touch, his (fleeting) smiles, his integrity, his kindness even in anger. I want to heal my BH, make him smile and love him well. Unbelievably, I went from 100% resentment to none, and all those resentful thoughts have never once surfaced, because I know I deserve every single insult and angry hurtful comment thrown my way. I am actually glad to hear my BH tell me things (even in his rage), because that's also how I learn to be better, especially when I am quite inept in life.
I was truly broken in all ways, and now I want to be better for my BH, to give him all the honor and respect that I took away from him and more.
Hence I asked this initial question in despair, because I needed to see some light at the end of the tunnel, and I know in the back of my mind, my BH will make any other women happy. But it doesn't mean I will give up or stop trying to be better for my BH.
As many of the BS here have seen my journey here from Feb till now, I was classified as an un-R-able. I started wanting to love my BH but did it in all the wrong, I-still-want-to-control-the-narrative-ways, because I didn't dare to confront the big ugly truth, so it was pretty pointless. Conflict avoiding and rug sweeping were my ultimate skills.
But I have since learnt many things and many new ways to be better from the people here and through thinking about my BH's issues, and have clarity on how life and love is supposed to look and feel like.
I am finally seeing how fking awesome my BH is, but also living with the shame and guilt that I had to burn the estate down to be better, that it is too little too late.
But, every day is an chance to move the needle positively and I will not stop trying to show my BH that I can be better and take away some despair.