Barely spoke to H last night, he came to see the kids and I left, I came back and he left, we passed each other on the doorstep kind of thing. But I had written him a letter which he took as he left. It just said something along the lines of God loves you, I love you, your family and friends love you, it doesn't have to be over, you can turn and stop doing this awful thing which is destroying everyone and most of all you. It probably sounds really weird, but I had gotten lots of people to sign it - me, the children, my brother and parents, two close friends from church and our vicar.
15 or so minutes later (about 8:45), H was back knocking on the door. I was shocked to see him but let him in, and he just went down on his knees sobbing his heart out. For ages. And we talked until 3am. He told me everything, everything since November, everything he had been doing the last three weeks. He said staying with OW had been "fine" (he had been there most nights) but he didn't want fine, he wanted his home and his family. He said he knew he didn't have anything to do there, he didn't belong. He said he missed me loads - he and OW had gone away for the weekend, and he spent a lot of the time thinking 'suff would really like this shop, this restaurant, this gift', and he'd wanted to buy our children presents, and seeing families playing on the beach and wishing it was all of us etc.
He had missed talking to me and had been snooping around on MN trying to work out what I was thinking. He said he had enjoyed being at work because he could then text and email me, even if just to talk about the kids. It was a bizarre role reversal - he couldn't talk to me in the evenings because he was with OW! He said every time he had come to the house to see the DCs he had thought I looked beautiful.
He said he had called OW before he came back, telling her that being away from his family was too hard and he just couldn't do it anymore. He said she was upset, but had kind of seen it coming over the last few days. He said he had been really withdrawn, hadn't wanted to go over there after seeing us in the evenings, but little things like forgetting and leaving his keys at her place, lots of his stuff being there, still convincing himself that there was no hope for us, kept pulling him back. He said reading that letter tipped him over the edge. He stayed at my parents last night (they just live a couple of roads away). He put his wedding ring back on today.
I know he has lied and lied and lied and lied. But all this is bloody convincing...
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and possibly, possibly... :)