Wanted to come back to this but never got the time with court and its befores/afters taking over everything.
I've postponed the next therapy session, will leave much more time in-between the next ones. I thought she was quite blunt at times last session but feeling in limbo with the divorce is definitely not helping. I don't think I can 'rest' properly until anything is finalised. Maybe the sessions are stirring too much while proceedings are ongoing and it's too big a step. I find it hard to tell. I feel I've been firefighting for past 9 months or so, not really living as such. And since papers were served denying myself things either out of guilt or just fear of running out of money. I'm now trying to correct that but it'll take time. Smaller steps might be better for me at this time. Thanks so much. Sorry if I sounded so negative - sometimes I want to do too much and I get myself in a complete spin.
Notabear thanks and yes, I know the shame is his. In my rational moments I know it's him.
It's a huge relief to not be around him anymore. I don't feel as physically shattered as I used to and have regained a sense of myself, and I can see now through the way he's acted that some of the behaviours I found millions of excuses for was him being self-obsessed, sleazy, unnecessarily nasty and childish (it's an insult to a child to say that, actually). After I had dc1 for example he kept doing things that made me think 'is he jealous of the baby or am I neglecting him, how do other people work this?' Now the more I think about it the more I think he probably was jealous, and that he had to be the centre of my world all the time, and I think yes it's really pathetic for a man of 40+ to need to do that. In DC's first year he kept organising for us to go away as a couple while I wanted us all to spend time together with the baby. I told him several times I wanted DC to be with us or that a night out was just fine. It totally fell on deaf ears. He wanted me back to my pre-maternity everything in no time after my c-section. He even went to my postnatal check to ask the doc himself. He had no concept of the demands of a new baby on me. Later if we didn't have a night nanny I used to creep out of bed so as not to wake him for the night feed, when I'd creep back in I'd often realise he was awake and he'd want sex, and not even something quick. I did ask him why he kept doing that, told him I was shattered. But he just said that I'd spent half an hour or whatever with DC so surely I could spare time for him. I went to a spare room once but he came looking for me asking what the fuck I was playing at. He was lovely to the baby but it was like he felt I give the baby too much attention, and I had to pay back or something.
As heartbroken and sick as it makes me feel, I'm actually quite glad the friend told me what she knew from her husband about H's abroad behaviour. He was basically sleeping around the whole time he was also doing all of the above to me at home after I had the baby. There were shorter trips so he was actually at home more than in recent years. The level of disgust and contempt I have for him is off the scales now because really why? I've talked to the friend a bit more now. Her and her husband are the only ones who've stuck by me from the group of 'friends'. The husband said he'd never seen eye to eye with H and had some really harsh words about him. I think it was probably the first time I'd heard anyone who knows him talk about him like this - and apart from the orders and vague info they don't even know what he did. Now also, with his attitude with the children more people can see his manipulative behaviour. Little things like that are helping me. I don't feel so alone or that it's just me going mad or imagining things anymore.
Twinklestein - been thinking about the owning. Not sure I actually get what you mean. I do want to put this behind me, I want to have a life, a normal life and do things I'm proud of and the children too. I don't sit there moping all the time, even though I feel sad quite a lot. I really don't want this to define me and the rest of my life.
Across Picking the wrong men I don't know, I only ever really picked one. My confidence is completely eroded now because it was so wrong. It will take a long long time. I said to therapist my worry is I might be tempted to get into the wrong relationship, simply because I feel scared about the future and being on my own with the children with a support network that is let's face it, not really big at all. H breaking the order has not helped at all. He's going to push for the orders to be removed as soon as he can, I know it. Although he's not anyway near me his presence is felt through everything, the way he deals with the children, the way he stops making payments etc. The confidence I need is to stand on my own two feet and believe that I can really do it by myself. I said no to the man who asked me out, I felt scared. Afterward though, I was seriously tempted to backtrack and say yes, because he seems the type who would protect me. Kind. It's so silly really, completely unrealistic and I know it but it did go through my mind.
Your dad sounds like he was really nice, Across. I don't know if there's always a rational explanation as to why we make some choices. I've racked my brain. For h I was smitten but also I thought I could have it all maybe. I didn't realise he would move all the goalposts all the time. I was really clueless in terms of relationships. Alarm bells should have rung enough for me not to marry him, but really I was looking at myself as lacking, what I could do to make him happier, never the other way round.