Thank you for this.
Thank you for all the replies. They’ve been so valuable.
As you can imagine I’m still a mess, but holding it together most of the time for the kids. Typical timing that it’s half term and freezing, which isn’t ideal!
So to update. He left to stay at his parents house, although he came back to help with bedtime tonight and last night. He’s away for work from tomorrow - Friday. With her of course. On a side note, she’s collecting him from there in the morning, so I said, “have you told her?”. He seemed surprised and said “no, oh yeah, I’ll have to think of something to say” and then suggested the excuse he’d use as to why he’s at his parents house.
He’s seemingly acting like everything’s normal, and frustratingly (I think), he’s acting like a great dad. Usually if he did bathtime, he’d have at least one earphone in, or probably sit on the loo on his phone, but today he was actually chatting to them! I should be happy about that, but I couldn’t understand why now he chooses to be so present with them. Guilt maybe?
He’s suggested coming over when he returns from his trip, to talk on Friday eve. Saying his head is a mess and he needs to decide what he wants. He seems to be back tracking and now calling leaving, just needing “space”. I said, so you want to try work this out? He said, “of course, but I just don’t know if I can”. I also asked him what I should tell the girls while he’s away. Usually I’d say “don’t worry, daddy will be back on Friday”, and he said, just tell them what you usually do. I said “but you won’t be back properly on Friday”, and he said “I might be”.
I so want to be the woman that tells him where to go. He really deserves it. But honestly (and pathetically - I know), any glimmer of hope actually settles my stomach and I feel like I can actually eat and function for a moment. It’s not helping that my parents and his parents want us to work it out.
But of course, this makes this week feel like last week again. Angst. Then probably a heartbreaking conversation again on Friday and another weekend of falling apart.
Has anyone else been like this? Why can’t I seem to get it in my head properly that he’s gone? I’m in denial I think. Maybe because it seems easier than facing up to it all.
Urgh, I hate being such a doormat!!