Thursday, thank you. Christ, 50k. He’s actually confessed tonight that the real figure is more. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s not far off 50k too.
Turns out you can even exercise ‘mind over matter’ with early pregnancy tiredness!!! I’ve been wide awake since 3am so that’s 4 hours sleep in 48 hours.
I’ve stripped him bare tonight. If I’d had a gun I’d have shot him. He’s just taking it. I’ve even shown him this thread because he was initially trying to minimise his actions “it’ll be fine, I’ll easily pay it off in 2 years”. He may or may not still be reading but I don’t really give a shit.
The crippling sadness has made way for anger on an unimaginable scale now. We have ‘separated’ and he will stay in the spare room during the week and can piss off elsewhere at weekends. I’ve requested a full credit report to be produced ASAP.
Throughout the relentless months spent on the infertility hamster wheel (it’s not a rollercoaster as there are no highs) I had moments where I was so low (usually straight after a failure) that towards the end I was at breaking point. I managed to pick myself up after allowing myself one day of wallowing because I couldn’t bear to think of my mum and dad and husband suffering by allowing them to worry about me. I never missed a single day of work, I stayed on track and tried to keep everything as normal as possible.
My mum and dad were the only constants through this. They kept us quite literally afloatx, picking us up and dusting us down month after month. We never protected them from the despair and the worry that it might never happen, they knew everything. I saw them age through the stress. Obviously other people felt for us and willed it to happen but no one (I had to protect my brother and grandparents from it because it affected them so much) but if we’d fallen off a cliff with the stress there’d would have been no one else that would have noticed in time. My husband and dad became very close and he mentioned last night that he wants to come clean to my dad because he’s probably the only person he can talk to as a friend. Husband has friends coming out of his arse but they’re all decent successful human beings (in the way I thought we were too. Ha!) and he wouldn’t want to ruin the facade and besides, I’m not really up for public humiliation and people pitying me.
During our infertility, i always had to respond “fine thanks” with a cheery smile when every fucker asked casually (as you do in convo) how I was. Agony. When I got pregnant I was relieved that I could finally answer truthfully because I had everything I ever wanted. Now the reality behind “fine thanks” is that we are living separate lives, albeit under the same roof. My world has shattered and I have no one to turn to. I can’t believe that people have such a different experience of waiting for their baby. I don’t want my baby to think this is normal. I grew up with parents who never argued in front of us and it breaks my heart to think that my baby could grow up in a loveless family. This makes me think it’s not possible to stay together.
I can’t reconcile the shock that my marriage is over. Whatever the outcome, we will
Never have a normal marriage. I married him because he had so many qualities I looked for: kind, funny, thoughtful of others, ambitious. I thought I knew him. This was all a lie and I loved him so much. I gave everything to our marriage. It seems like a sick joke that the truth would out just as there’s no turning back - our baby will be here in less than 6 months (hopefully, I suddenly don’t ‘feel’ pregnant but that’s probably the stress and the scan on Wednesday will reveal all anyway), and I’m forever tied to this man.
If we have a girl I will ensure this never happens to her. Before Sunday, he was exactly the man I’d want my daughter to marry. She can use her grandad as this example now. And as I said before, I’m not some sad “daddy’s girl” who thinks the sun shines out of his arse.
I have an indescribable new respect for
Single parents who find themselves in the position of rebuilding their lives and raising their child alone. I’m going to look
Into selling the house and I am strangely comforted by the idea of not feeling worried about money all the time. Obviously I’ll need to downsize but we’ll have enough to get something lovely for baby and I. I still worry about what he’ll do - where will he go, how will he live? I’m worried that he’ll do something stupid. I’ve got a sick feeling that surely this will get worse and there’ll be more to deal with and I’ve only just scraped the surface.
Sorry for the long post but I’m terrified and alone and it’s oddly helpful to diarise my thoughts.
I can’t thank you all enough for all the help
Here. I usually lurk on MN but wow, what an unbelieveable resource this is when you are at your lowest ebb.