Laughing at your trip to the supermarket darling - I almost had to have one of those today, but friends needing collection from the station 4 miles away saved the day.
H did one of his "I need to come over" texts - had a Xmas pressie for Katie so could hardly tell him to go jump in the nearest river. So in he strolls, most put out when I then put on my coat and said 'bye, off to collect friends from station' - 20 questions later "who, why, who . . ." I very politely pointed out it really was nothing to do with him.
I remember going thru those awful (fortunately only 2) occasions of having to ring him for help about things in the house - now I either try to fix it myself (often with comical outcomes
) or am blessed to have great friends and their husbands. It gives me a sense of huge accomplishment to know every time he comes over he can't resist nosing to see what's new, what's been done. Knowing it's nothing to do with him any more - he's not even contributing to the house any more, but that's another subject which I'm in too mellow a mood to get started on!!
Solost, with regards timescales of being able to deal with him, I reckon it was around 6 months. I went to counselling, was under the doctor on anti-depressants and was also under mental health to try and get cognitive therapy because nothing else seemed to be able to help me. One day, I dunno - this sounds stupid - when I hit absolute rock bottom, something just clicked and I realised that I, me, was the only person in control of my future. No matter what the man who had meant the world and beyond to me had done, he couldn't hurt me any more and I was done spending time thinking about what he was doing, with who and where/why.
I am in a better position than you in that my daughter is nearly 18 and both in mine and her eyes - and the law - an adult. She has her own views of what her father has done and I have learnt to let her deal with it her own way, as hard as that is (he is still her father unfortunately!).
So, he arrived tonight and postured around some, made a couple of sarcastic comments about Tim, my friend, tried to have a conversation with Katie (it's a bit cringing when he turns up wearing clothes that are suitable for a 20 year old, not a 50yo and katie can't help but comment on them, yet her sarcasm seems to be lost on him
.
Heee heeee.
Solost, you really are doing ok. Believe it.
xx