Hi all,
I've just got back from my weekend with my parents. Had a long discussion with them last night and they were so supportive! :o I wasn't sure whether to mention separation before giving them a chance to get their heads round the EA issue, but decided mid-conversation to broach the subject and even then they were all support and agreement that there's not really any other way. Woke this morning feeling that a load had been taken off my shoulders. My parents rock! :o
Anyway, while driving home this evening, I had a sudden realisation that should've been shocking but wasn't (like someone said recently). Two memories came back to me, neither of which I've thought about for years: first, that FW was in a long-distance relationship before we started going out, and I discovered after we started going out that he hadn't yet ended it because he hadn't seen her and wanted to do it face to face. Dodgy, no? Second memory: a hideously embarrassing evening with FW, his friend and me, when FW started extolling the virtues of goodbye sex - it had been particularly hot with previous gf, he said, and was "surprised" when I told him later that had upset me.
I don't think I've put those two memories together before to get the obvious conclusion: that while he was saying we should "save ourselves for marriage" he happily went off and shagged his newly-ex. He really had no respect for me, even then, did he? He'd had loads of gfs before - he ought to have known what's acceptable and what's not.
So then I wondered why I hadn't just broken it off with him either of those times or after any other dodgy moments (I'm sure there were others). And I think, that embarrassing evening, we were staying with the friend, so I didn't feel I could make a scene there. And then he'd be lovely again, so that by the time we got back home it had all receded in my mind. He was playing games with me even then.
And why did I marry him? Because he could be lovely, probably when he felt me detaching. Because his last fiancee had broken it off suddenly and he'd taken years to get over it - I didn't want to be the same. And he was having a tough time at work and talking of feeling suicidal. And he had persuaded me to buy a house with him, so the practical implications overwhelmed me, too. He basically manipulated me into marrying him, by making me feel I was the only good thing in his life. And because I was an idiot a compassionate person, I put my own needs to the side, repeatedly. Which must've made him think I was perfect marriage material as I've been having to do the same ever since. Meanwhile, he has capitalised on this by telling me repeatedly over the years that I've never loved him - a very clever twisting of the truth that I repeated to the counsellor not long ago and am only now questionning. I fell in love with good-FW, and I loved him enough to put him first all those times that bad-FW showed through, but he's right that I didn't marry him for love, but... well, out of fear.
I feel hit by a sudden revelation: he's never loved me, just himself - and he's manipulated me for his own ends all these years.
These lightbulb moments are quite emotionally draining, aren't they?!