I've been crying my eyes out tonight. It is getting more and more real and the pain is getting worse. Tonight dp and I went out for a meal - the idea was to talk about where we go from here. I had things planned to say - and was hopeful that he was going to be doing his best to win me back. But the first sign that things weren't going to go smoothly came when he asked earlier in the day about doing dd's bath and I said it was fine as long as he'd not had more than 2 pints. He gave me a look that said I was being annoying, but when I pushed him said he thought it was reasonable. He didn't turn up for her bath.
So I had to get ready after doing everything - including getting sand out of everywhere after dd and her little friend had managed to spread it all over the place. So when dp turned up I still had to get stuff ready for the babysitter, and was feeling stressed. DP didn't even offer to help.
We ended up in a very noisy restaurant, and talking was a real strain. But the message was clear - he may have his faults but so do I. ie, even if he was a "git" - his words - then I was not much better. The fault of mine he named was grumpiness. The whole conversation was a nightmare. I had sworn I would not get angry, but I was in a rage in no time. I told him at one point that I had expected him to "woo" me, and he looked at me as if I was mad. "Why?" was all he said. Within no time he told me that I had obviously decided it was all over. Why do they get it so wrong - it was the opposite, I was hoping so much that he was going to make me believe things could be better.
He said he wanted to come home, but when I asked what he had to offer me he said "nothing".
I am almost beside myself with despair at this. Have you ever had a conversation where neither person said anything that they really wanted to say? It was almost surreal. I was waiting for even a tiny scrap of hope from him, something constructive, but he was determined not to give it to me.
Towards the end of the meal the 2 pint rule came up, and he finally told me that he thinks it is outrageous that I won't let him see his dd if he's had more than that. I went into one - by then I just wanted to be home and away from what was pure torture. On the way home we were arguing to the point where he shouted really loudly at me to shut the f* up, and I turned and walked the other way. When I'd calmed down I walked home (I'd hoped he would come after me and try to apologise), but by then it was obvious where I'd find him. I had to go into the pub to ask him for the babysitter's money as I had not got enough cash. He asked if I wanted a drink while I was there and I said I'd rather die than drink with him in that pub.
I got home, paid the babysitter and dissolved. I tried to ring his mobile, but (perhaps wisely) he didn't answer. So here I am, spewing it all out.
I feel so shit. I didn't want to lose my cool, but even before we'd left the house I was angry, mostly because he hadn't come back to do dd's bath - which said to me that drink was more important. I guess as long as he cannot accept this rule about 2 pints I may as well give up on any future.
I started this post sobbing, and now I've stopped. I guess things are the same as they were, only with another disappointment to add. And it IS more real, and I have to roll with the punches. I feel a bit more scared than before that dd is going to suffer, as perhaps part of why he has been so "good" with regard to her has been to make me want him back. And now he has even less chance I wonder what he'll do.
What makes this so hard is that I keep hoping he is going to tell me what I want to hear. Why can't I just let go? I think I don't want to give up hope, even though everything tells me this relationship is a disaster. Is it just fear of being alone? I haven't come to terms at all with this shock. I never wanted to be a single parent and part of me just wont accept that I am. It makes me feel so scared. How can I possibly parent a child by myself?
I am sorry this is so long. It is the nearest thing to therapy I have I suppose.