hi all, me again...
Advance warning - this is a long update so please feel free to skip!
It's been a few days since my other posts and god it's been a whirlwind! STBEXH has DRASTICALLY reduced his drinking - 1 full beer (instead of 3) and 0.00 beer in the pub (in front of people, which made him a 'wuss' in his eyes before) and only the 1 bottle of wine (not 2) Sunday to Monday - this past weekend he stuck to it instead of the usual 5 full beers + 3 bottles of wine per night + whatever else he could find (Friday & Saturday when he doesn't have work the next day).
No verbal abuse, no fury, no hateful glaring, no sneering, no nit-picking, even managed to follow a film instead of (literally) losing the plot and then his temper at me for putting such 'confusing' shit on the tv to watch... in other words, a turnaround of unimaginable proportions😮 We even talked through what will happen next and how we could try to carry on some sort of friendship after the actual split...I explained that living with him has felt like a noose around my neck - the constant anxiety that he would kick off leeched all the joy out of my life, made it so hard to just breathe and he said he understood. Even stated 'I know I was the perpetrator of domestic abuse towards you'
I've also had the begging/pleading 'one more chance', the heart wrenching sobbing and TBF, he looks terrible, broken.
I feel such enormous guilt for the suffering I am putting him through...this isn't some kind of satisfying 'revenge' for my past hurt at his hands, it's not remotely a victory for me, it's just so, so sad.
I am torn between my instinct which tells me not to comfort him (I don't trust him, he's always used my empathy to manipulate me before) and his earnest request that I 'allow me (him) to love you and be with you as much as possible until you leave me (him) forever', he says he needs to be in my company to hold off some of the crushing grief he feels that he's losing me.
He cries every evening before I go to bed (we've slept in separate rooms for months already) and every morning when I wake up - and his anguish is like a knife in my heart. I have loved this man so very much for over 12 years and to know I'm doing this to him is diminishing/crushing me, making me feel as callous and heartless as he has been to me in our past. I have never been intentionally cruel to anyone and even though cruelty is not my motive here at all, seeing him like this is so devastating and makes me feel like a 'bad person'.
My resolve is strong (no hesitation that I am doing the right thing and I will go through with it), I have the 'ick' if he comes to me for a hand hold or imposes a hug as he sobs. I AM DONE, but it's going to be months of this until the house sells and I'm already exhausted... how has anyone else coped please? Any tips as to how I can find a way to live every day like this for week after week indefinitely? My heart aches and my head's mashed - come to think of it, they have been our entire relationship - but it feels worse somehow now.
Thank you if you got this far, just being able to tell people who may understand helps so much xx