I am hurting. Really, really hurting. And thanks for the replies - I understand your pov's, and yes it does give me some insight into what might possibly have been going through my wife's head the last few months.
But surprisingly, a lot of it is almost exactly what's been going through my own head the last few months, too.
Like you, I remember being this close to crying as I lay in bed next to her on a lot of nights after she'd turned over and gone to sleep. Most nights, in fact. All I wanted from her was consistent affection, and signs that she loved me, and a belief that I was important to her. I said a few posts ago that she did just enough to keep me hanging in there ('I love you's, kisses, etc) but she just couldn't give me much of the real, intimate stuff that people need. That I needed.
For example, it was my birthday while we were away on holiday last year and I didn't even get a birthday card - from her or from the kids. In fact, the kids wouldn't have even known it was my birthday. I know we were abroad, but if it had been her birthday while we were away, I'd have bought cards/little presents/etc for her in advance and hidden it all in our luggage. I'd have made it a special day as much as I was able to given that we were away - for the kids as much as for her. It wouldn't have taken a great deal of effort.
She felt guilty, and I didn't say anything much about it, apart from something like 'don't worry about it', but I kinda remember that she ended up deflecting her guilt onto me and she made me feel bad that she hadn't been able to take 5 minutes before we left to buy a couple of birthday cards. It's not that she didn't have 5 minutes - she actually goes shopping a lot of nights after work.
It was my birthday, I didn't even get a birthday card from my wife and kids - YET I WAS THE ONE WHO FELT GUILTY ABOUT IT. Huh?
I know birthday cards aren't really a dealbreaker, but that kind of thing has always been important to me - it's not just my day, it's a family thing - and I want that kind of thing to be important to my kids.
I just never seemed to take any kind of real priority in her mind. Yet, I was always doing 110% for her - to make her feel loved and wanted and appreciated. Most weekends, I'd make her breakfast in bed. I'd take the kids out so she could get some 'peace'. I'd cook for her every night. I made sure she knew how much she meant to me and how much I loved and adored her, and yet very little of that was ever reciprocated.
You can imagine that after a few years of this, I constantly felt pretty damned low. Worthless. Ashamed, even. Like I must have been doing something very very wrong, or that there actually WAS something wrong or abnormal with me as a person. My self-esteem took a real battering, and it sometimes became difficult to even speak to people in the street without wondering if they, too, could see that there was something wrong with me. But like I said, I got just the right amount of crumbs of a relationship from her to keep me plodding on. In fact, something just as simple as her putting her laptop down and sitting next to me on the sofa to watch a film made me feel pretty fucking special. In my mind, by doing that one tiny thing, she was really showing me that she loved me.
(Seriously, that's all it took to make me feel special/loved/whatever. Jesus, what does that say about my state of mind, or opinion of myself?)
Still, most of the times she did put her computer down and come and sit next to me, she'd always find some excuse after 10 minutes to say 'let me just check something on the internet' and she'd be back behind that screen for 2 hours leaving me to watch the DVD by myself again.
I have a hundred more examples of this in my head, but you get the picture?
What also compounds this situation is that I see the same kind of behaviour from her towards our kids. Like she does with me, she can do little things that make them feel very loved and it's heartbreaking to see the kids begging for scraps of affection and attention from her. But within hours or minutes, she can change so that she's extremely vitriolic towards them, and some of the things she's said to their faces have turned my stomach.
That's the kind of behaviour (emotional abuse?) that has had me in turmoil for years - I can't imagine what it's doing to my kids' little heads.
So because of all this, there has been a ton of times when I've actually thought about leaving. But I always reigned those thoughts back in because I didn't want to hurt (or lose) her and the kids. I was in love with the dreams I had for my family, and I always, always had hope that things would get better.
There was one time just a few months ago, when she pushed and pushed me to say that I would leave her - only for her to come to me a few minutes later and tell me that that wasn't what she wanted at all.
I've literally been all over the place here. For years. I'm starting to realise that the split is for the best - but accepting that this is now finished (when it's been such a big, turbulent, powerful, and affecting part of my life) is proving to be the hardest thing I've ever done.
I also now have to face all our friends and parents at school, etc, etc who all know that my wife has left me again. In my mind, they're all thinking "there must be something really wrong with him for his wife to just get up and leave him again", which reinforces my fears that I'm not normal in some way. However, in reality they're all very sympathetic and empathetic towards me, and have been pretty insightful about my wife, and are actually telling me that it's her who's at fault and that there's a better life out there for me.
Only my mind still doesn't believe any of that yet.
Ultimately, I'm just looking forward to having some mental and emotional peace and stability in my life that I can really take the time to enjoy with my kids. They deserve it, and I deserve it.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but writing it is very cathartic. It helps a lot.