I've posted on here lots of times about DH and what a selfish arse he is (won't go into it all again). Posted at the beginning of the year in frustration as he'd gone off to a 5 day hockey jolly in Barcelona, the day I came out of hospital with DS1 who had been poorly, and had CT scans etc. Lots of you confirmed my gut feeling that this was beyond redemption, and I made up my mind to see a solicitor that week to instigate divorce proceedings. He came back a day early from Spain because DS was still poorly - I had to take him for an MRI brain scan by myself while DH was away - and I told him that enough was enough, and I was going to start divorce proceedings.
I felt quite strong and empowered at this point.
The next day DS collapsed and was rushed into hospital. After 4 days he deteriorated further and was taken in an intensive care ambulance to GT Ormond St. He was critical for over 48 hours. He had a brain aneurism that had ruptured - usually fatal.
As you can imagine, we went through hell. Amazingly, he recovered and 7 days after leaving intensive care was back home. The drs were amazed.
During that 48 hours I made all sorts of deals with God etc, in order for him to survive. One of these was to stick it out and keep my family together.
Now that we are out the other side of this trauma, I'm mighty confused. DH is acting as if we never had the divorce conversation, trying to be helpful, affectionate, keeps telling me how brilliant I've been etc. Has organised a meal out and babysitter for Valentine's night.
I am torn between thinking we've all had enough trauma in the last few weeks to put up with (DS's hair has fallen out), and I cannot inflict any more stress on us. But at the same time, I'm finding it very hard to be warm and friendly towards DH, even tho he is trying hard. Don't know which way to go, I know I shouldn't be making big decisions at the moment, but feel in an awful limbo. Thoughts, anyone?