I was once in a relationship with someone very much like Truly's husband. It was hell. The gut churning fear and anxiety being with someone like that brings is clearly remembered. He too, could be loving, wonderful, could make me feel like a million dollars, was great with the kids blah, blah etc. so I hung on grimly, because I 'loved' him. So desperately. He too wasn't sure what he wanted, needed time to think, was 'torn' blah blah. And me like a mug, and like Truly, would have done anything, anything, to save the relationship.
The weight fell off me, I was constantly on edge, if a door slammed, or a bell rang, I'd jump six feet off the ground my nerves were that shot.
We also had a business together which made it doubly difficult and at one point he even said 'if we do split up and I decide to go off with OW I still want us to work together. I still want you in the business'. WTF? Can you imagine the hell of working with him every day while he went off each evening to OW and I went home to the kids alone? Would she pop in to see him while we were at work? Would she phone him at work and vice versa? Would he tell me what they were doing that evening as workmates do? Would I hold the fort while they went off on holidays together? When I look back now I can hardly believe all this actually happened it is so outrageous and ridiculous, but at the time he was perfectly serious. I'm replacing you in my bed but I still want you in the business (because he knew it would bloody well fold without me).
I was so blinkered and blinded by what I thought was 'love' I was even prepared to go along with this .. until one day, a long standing business acquaintance of ours turned up at work when DP who I shall call 'Fred' for the purposes of this post, was out. By this time I'd lost shitloads of weight and I looked so drawn and ill, he gently asked if everything was ok?
I found myself breaking down and it all came tumbling out - the whole story, everything Fred had said and done (a lot of it very similar to the shite spouted by Truly's H), the whole saga ... and he just stood there open mouthed. At the end he looked me straight in the eyes, and I'll never forget what he said as long as I live:
"Fontella, why don't you just go and lie down over there by the door so that when Fred comes in he can wipe his feet on you?"
It took a few moments for what he said to sink in ... for the stark reality of what I had allowed myself to become, what this arsehole partner of mine had made me into - his fucking doormat.
Something clicked. After he left, I shut up the office, went home and in the course of a morning, I packed up his stuff, took it round to his mothers and told her to tell him the only way he could communicate with me was via letter or email. I got the locks changed, rang BT and got the house phone number changed, got my mobile number changed, told the childminder, neighbours, mutual business acquaintances, friends, everyone we knew as a couple, that if he tried to contact me via any of them, then if they valued my friendship etc. they were to politely decline to get involved. If anyone tried to pass on messages or discuss the matter with me, then I'm afraid it would mean the end of my relationship with that person. I put a wall up all around me to stop him getting through (because I knew if he did, he'd have me back in doormat mode in no time) .. and from that day on I started to heal, my life started to get better.
He tried of course. He did manage to find out my new phone number (craftily got me to disclose it online by pretending to be a customer, but I twigged it was him, and simply changed it for a second time).
It was financial hell for a while because overnight I lost my income at the same time as my relationship and the financial side of things wasn't clear cut as we weren't married. I ended up walking away with nothing, sweet FA, nada, zilch .. but although it was bloody hard for a while (and I even cleaned toilets at one point) it was still worth it, to gain my self respect and self esteem.
That was 10 years ago and I haven't clapped eyes on him or spoken to him (verbally) since. I don't know where he is and what he's doing and I don't give a monkey's anyway (although I did hear on the grapevine that the business went tits up and he got himself into a bit of bother with trading standards, got taken to court and given a suspended prison sentence and a curfew hahaha!) - and that was just the most loveliest bit of sweet, sweet karma. The day I found out I went out and danced in the garden lol! But I digress!
I look back now and I shake my head in wonderment, simply unable to believe how low I allowed myself to sink, how low that bastard brought me ... all because I thought I 'loved' him.
Sadly that's how I feel when I read Truly's thread. The night he announces to her he has been shagging someone else for six months, and that although he still 'loves' Truly, he also 'adores' the other woman and is 'pretty sure' that he wants to be with her. After being told this .. Truly not only sits and drinks wine with him she allows him to get into bed with her and 'snuggle' all night, while admitting he had told OW that he was in the spare room.
If that was me ... I'd have had his cheating arse out of the door so fucking fast he would have thought it was on fire - the second he told me he'd been shagging someone else for six months, let alone the rest of it. As for the 'pick me' dance that Truly has been participating in ever since, while this poor tortured darling of a man 'decides' whether he's going to stay with her or not ... it makes me both sad for her and angry at her in equal measure.
But as many have already pointed out - it doesn't matter what any of us write, how much we share our own experiences, no matter what we tell her .. Truly is never going to see it, until she's ready to because she too is blinded and blinkered by 'love'.
So all I can say to her is this ...
Truly, why don't you just go and lie down over there by the door so that when you H comes in he can wipe his feet on you?"