My boyfriend and I have been together for almost 6 years. I am 29 and he is 42 and he has just recently (in the last year) accepted the age difference. The first half of our relationship was spent trying to prove to him that I am not a cheater (he caught his wife of 17 years cheating on him) and listening to him tell me that as long as I didn't gain any more weight we would be fine (at the time I was literally 135lbs and I'm not quite 5'2-a far cry from fat especially with my body type-I'm a curvy girl, shaped like an hourglass where his ex wife was 80 lbs and shaped like a 12 year old boy). Then there were the times where he would just disappear, out of nowhere, wouldn't return my calls, nothing. This would go on for about a week at a time and then he would be back as if nothing were wrong. His reasonings were that he 'needed to think.' He broke up me several times, then would call me as if everything were fine. My 2 kiddos and I moved in with him and his 12 year old daughter (who was awesome) in Oct of '07 and it was awful and very stupid on my part, for thinking that if we lived together maybe things would be different. He would complain that I never cooked (he wouldn't know, he was always out drinking). He would get mad about the dumbest things (the kids dropping the phone, not dusting the house, etc) and would give us the silent treatment for days at a time. I eventually moved back to my home in Aug of '08 and that's when things really became bad. He would tell me he didn't want to be with me, to go find someone my own age, that he was going to date other people and 2 days later it was a total switch. He wanted to be with me, just wanted it to be me and him, la la la, and then 'bam,' right back to the whole 'go find someone else' thing. So in November of '08 I did 'go find someone my age.' It didn't last long and as much as I wanted to have feelings for this guy all I could think about was Tim :( In May of '09 after 6 months of not hearing anything from Tim, he unexpectedly text me. I was very excited and nervous because this time around he seemed so different. He apologized for the way that he had treated me, told me how wrong he had been, told me he loved me (which was huge because he had never told me that he loved me before). So we are still together and things have kind of fallen back into what they were. The only differences are that now there are no more weight comments (he's gained 50 lbs) and he actually tells me he loves me. I went out with my sister for her Birthday this last weekend and now he has started to ask me if my ex was there, if anyone hit on me, and when I tell him no he acts as though he doesn't believe me. This is about enough to give me a complex and I obviously already have plenty. I really couldn't tell you why I stay with this guy. I know when we were broken up I literally felt as though I were going to die with out him. It's a horrible, scary feeling. I'm sure another part of me is afraid to be alone but the biggest, scariest part for me is 'What if I make the wrong decision?' He is so self-righteous, judgemental, rude... Yes, there is a sweet side, but it doesn't come out much. Yes, we can talk about anything and everything except when I want to talk to him about issues in our relationship, then he doesn't want to talk... What is wrong with me?? Why can't I let go?
