Not sure how I got here..from a single, independent career girl with her own home and pretty great life-to living in a rented frankly disgustingly maintained house which we had to rent because of the rooms for the kids and the garden..My house wasn't good enough despite them coming every other weekend only..(this turned out to be an exaggeration as holidays and double weekenders have appeared at the last minute with no discussion with me..)

Anyway-...I met my partner 2 years ago-he has 3 kids aged 2 6 and 9. Since moving here and renting out my house I've been like a pressure cooker waiting to explode. As my partner has no stuff whatsoever from his marriage I have furnished the house with stuff which has now been broken or taken over by the kids..Added to that the difficulties with the eldest girl who is outstandingly cheeky to me (behind bf back so obviously it's all in my head) and the littlest who is the most spoilt manipulative whiney child ever and has her dad wrapped round her finger..everything has been hard.
I don't count myself to be a quitter as I feel I've achieved a lot in my life but ladies Im afraid I have quit. The final straw was the eldest stealing money out of my purse last week and then waving it in front of my nose telling me she "found it in her pocket" with a smirk on her face.
I have told my bf I want out and I was honest about my lack of wish to share this life forever..I hope I was kind because I do love him you see but I feel like a failure because I have let him and his kids down.
And now I feel bad. Very very bad. Is this normal? I am now wondering if this was a good decision or if it would be the lesser of two evils to put up and shut up rather than feel wracked with guilt forever.
Oh dear! I am sorry about the rambling way this has come out..but I feel better anyway!