Pulled I hear you and understand the pain. Hearing love songs on the radio and seeing happy couples really breaks my heart too. One of my friends had a horrible divorce, her dh left her for an OW. She's been with her partner for seven years and they are so happy. They still hold hands, flirt, obviously and conspicuously love each other without being at all 'icky' about it. They just came back from a blowout trip in an exciting city and he proposed. I'm happy for them, but the contrast with my own situation is so painful.
At home we are civil, mostly, but so distant. The idea of any warmth, affection, intimacy is unthinkable. But dh would be prepared to carry on like this indefinitely. His mantra: 'I just don't want us to split up'. If he had ever put a fraction of the energy and love into his relationship with me that he has put into his relationship with the children, we would probably have been OK.
Instead, he was grumpy and critical. Made me feel like the worst person in the world. I couldn't understand why I was the person he was supposed to love the most, yet he seemed to judge me by completely different standards to the ones he had for everyone else. Everyone else was to be treated with respect, courtesy and generosity, while I could do nothing right. If we had guests, ever, he would be in a foul mood while I did all the cooking. He was always stressed that I wouldn't have the food ready on time (I'm an excellent cook and have never failed to pull it off). If we went to see people for lunch and the traffic was bad, and we might be late, it was my fault because I wasn't ready in time to leave with half an hour to spare.
He would get home to a beautiful, welcoming house, with a delicious dinner in the oven and notice the one thing I hadn't done. He would do things like silently restack the dishwasher. I have been conditioned into anxiety about what he thinks about me and everything I do. This evening we had dinner and I felt the familiar flashes of anxiety that I might have taken too many peas, or too much custard with my pudding. Earlier I was over at my new house with dd and got increasingly anxious as time went on that he would be annoyed that we'd been away for too long.
I don't think he realises he makes me feel like this. He's conditioned me with his years of emotional abuse. Even problems in our sex life were my fault. I lost desire for him because I felt so unloved, so I started rejecting him. He got occasional ED and this was all my fault. I always had to initiate it because he lost confidence. Everything is always my fault.
Now he resents that I am 'taking' half of what we own. He told me last night that he had earned all our property. Never mind that I was at home raising and caring for our children. I also have to take all the responsibility for the failure of our marriage because it is 'what I want'. He is the injured party and I am a wicked witch. He knew I was suicidal before I initiated this, I had told him I wanted to separate for years, but he put every single bit of emotional blackmail on me from crying to telling me how it would destroy the kids.
My relationship with dds has been damaged by all this. Not just because he has been able to focus on them better than I have, because he hasn't been engulfed in misery, but because I have cut myself off from the family unit to get away from him.
I am desperate to be away, to be myself. I have wasted years and I think it would have been better for the kids if I had done this when they were younger.
Dh's view of all this is so twisted. I feel like he hates me, but despite this, he would still keep me if he could. It's sick, really. I don't know if it's all about the kids, or just him wanting respectability and financial security, both of which we are going to lose.
Sorry, I didn't mean to rant but to sympathise. You are not alone, Pulled. This is all horrible, but it cannot last forever, can it? People come out the other side and live again. I hope we both will, and soon.