I cannot believe that having come so far recently, I feel so awful still after Thursday evening. I am full of anger, it is all consuming, and absolutely everything is coming to the surface again. I have no idea how many texts I've sent to him since then, bringing up every resentment, including his failure as a father, and his appalling treatment of me over the years. As usual, not one has been answered, and that just makes me keep going. He's a fucking stonewalling coward who hasn't the balls or the communication skills to answer any of the points. Precisely why DS2 has no respect for him. I really don't care about what I've sent. As I let him know, there must be countless others on my phone to a particular friend over the years detailing my emotional fragility, his treatment of me, and her concerns for my state of mind if he ever wants to make an issue out of it. She used the term emotionally abusive about him. I just saw it as him being an emotional fuckwit and a bastard, and I'm not one to label things, but yes, if I were to lay it all out on MN, I'm sure EA would be the verdict.
Anyway, the point is......I don't know really. But firstly that I've been a lot happier when I have nothing to do with him, and I can then mentally move on. Secondly, dwelling on things is the route to madness. I used to analyse everything. But now, having had years of trying to work through a total nightmare of second guessing, lies, half truths, how to play things etc, I can now only deal with "it just is". Thirdly, as I wrote that last sentence, I know I'm still post traumatic. I'm no longer prepared to work through all of it, I've had enough grief to last me a lifetime. I just want him out of my life, and I want the Izzie back that I've been over recent weeks, the person I want to be, the person who says, meh, who cares about him, it's all about me now.
The irony is that having seen him, seen the wreck he looks, picking up the subtle undertones of what he said, and having talked to a friend about it all, I should be thinking that he's starting to reap what he's sown, and it serves him right, there is karma after all. So why am I now thinking about him sailing off into the sunset, having a great time, and making plans for their future, when I know he's seeing it all slip away, and realises he is being sidelined by his family. I suppose for some reason my confidence has been knocked.
I managed to stop myself demanding that we now negotiate a financial settlement and head towards divorce. As much as I would love to make the point that I want rid of him once and for all, I know that it's more beneficial to stay within the marriage and maintain the financial status quo for as long as possible, and to get all the spending done on the house etc whilst I have the financial freedom to do so. I'll be buggered if I'm going to sacrifice money to prove a point.
Anyway, I feel a bit better for having got all that lot down on paper, as it were. Tomorrow, as they say, is another day. Perspective will return soon.
My apologies to all of you having to deal with a lot worse than me. I know WWK says it doesn't matter, but I really do appreciate that fact. I've just been incapable of thinking straight enough to post to you about your situations. Sorry.