I am exhausted, wrung out, cried out. H has just left to work away again thank goodness which gives me a bit of space to sort out my spaghetti head. I have been professionally hoovered I think and am now so confused. I cannot believe that in 48 hours I have so quickly gone from 100% splitting up to really not sure.
So as I posted last night we had The Talk part 2. He came up with some potentially plausible explanations about the texts to the poss OW. My gut is not convinced but he was pretty convincing. However, worryingly he has now password protected his phone so does not exactly make me think there is nothing on there to worry about. The thing I am struggling with really is that throughout our relationship the one thing I have always thought is that he is 100% honest (sometimes brutally so) but maybe he's just a good actor.
Anyway got up this am convinced we cannot go on. I have re-read through the weight discussion and I know that I cannot live in a relationship that puts so much importance on physical looks. And I can not bring DD up experiencing that either.
So I felt totally certain in myself. However first thing in the morning D somehow found a stupid free showergel from a hotel buried in my drawer. It is from a hotel we stayed in on our first night away without her after she was born, about 2 years ago. For some reason, the sight of this and the memories it evoked just overwhelmed me with sadness. I managed to pull myself together but when I saw H (we slept in separate rooms) I just had tears rolling down my cheeks I couldn't control. He asked me if he could hug me and stupidly I agreed. And just melted into his arms. He stroked my neck and this was honestly the most affetion I've had from another human being for over a year.
We then went on to have the perfect day that I imagine any family could have. What I think is normal for most people. We sang nursery rhymes with DD. Picniced in the lounge. He persuaded me not to go to the gym as I didn't sleep well last night.
I think I've said that we have a week away booked from Sat in a cottage and I was undecided what to do. He basically persuaded me gently and nicely to come along but with my own car so I feel no pressure. Can leave if I want etc. So I agreed. Partly I'm sure because he's filled my head with happily families.
Anyway he got more and more cheerful and just normal tonight. So as he was leaving I said that he still needs to think about the weight thing. That I am not prepared on any level to be in a relationship where I am constantly watching what I eat, or feeling I must deny myself or exercise vigorously. Chances are I won't put on loads of weight because of my metabolism/body shape etc but I will not be tied to this.
He then said so all your promises before we had DD were lies (He said that his big fear was me getting fat after kids and I said that that wouldn't happen and that I didn't want to be fat either). I replied that in my opinion I have kept these promises as I think I look fine and fit in my pre-preg clothes so hence I have not got fat after having DD. Obviously I have a slight bulge over my c-section scar but as my abdominal muscles have been totally cut and then scarred I cannot help that.
So he looked at me and said 'Are you saying this is as good as it gets?' I said not necessarily but I think I look ok so I'm not going to promise to be thinner this. I refuse to live worrying about my weight. I don't intend to get fat but who can promise anything in life. I will be slim because I want to be, not because I have to be. And I will not tolerate comments on either my shape or what I am eating unless I specifically ask for an opinion.
He asked if that was neogitable and was I willing to try. I said I p[robably will want to try to be slima nd toned but am not promising so he needs to think about that this week.
He then said well if that's non negoitable then you have what you want but stormed off tutting and shaking his head.
I need to end it don't I? This man is not going to change is he? I really don't think he'll be able to keep his mouth shut. Oh he also said that I would ned to be able to explain to DD when she's old enough why we split up because it will be entirely my decision.
We left it that we will decide in the week whether I come on the holiday. If I do come then it doesn't mean I've decided to give our marriage a go. If I do come then I may choose to leave early if things are bad.
Sorry for being so long. The thing I'm struggling with most is how one pleasant, normal day witha bit of affection can rock my certainty so much. How is this?
Will read everyone else now - just needed to get this off my chest