Good morning everybody and thank you for all the posts since my last post. I love how there is a mix of excellent practical advice and wonderful moral support. God, I need both in bucketloads at the moment.
I can't settle to a single thing at the moment. I sit down, then get up, then start to do something, then stop, then forget to finish it. My mind flits from serious considerations (mortgage, house, money, pensions) to trivia (worrying about all the Christmas wrapping paper I bought in the sales and will I be able to afford to buy presents and what will I do about the family place name cards that DD bought in Hobbycraft and spent ages decorating ready for 2016). I know, I know.
I spent ages driving round RL people yesterday, dropping in on them and crying and talking and desperately seeking reassurance that I'm not a horrible person and that I don't come over as DH describes me. Then I wonder if maybe DH feels the same and if I have been unreasonable to him.
Panic ye not MNetters! I'm not about to crumble. It's just in the wee small hours my mind was whirring round and round and going over and over things. I keep thinking about all our life together and the good bits and the bad bits. I've analysed where it started to go wrong, what the warning signs were, did we miss them, could I have done it differently, was I wrong or was it him and so on and so on .... Part of me wants to think that it is all down to him (the long slow demise, not the OW and leaving part), but there's always that little voice in my head saying "Ah, but ...." Basic honesty forces me to admit that I could be moody and snappy and pretty mean as well. I am reactive rather than proactive and if I felt he was being unreasonable or bombastic, I would retreat and sulk and not talk about things. I reacted to any conflict by crying, sometimes hysterical or irrational shouting back, then withdrawal and retreat. Deep down I have always known there were problems and that basically we were unsuited to each other. I chose to ignore it because it was easier than having to act on it. Then the kids came along and for the best part of 20 years all our time and energy was invested in them. Didn't make the issues go away though, just exacerbated things.
This is not trying to excuse what he has done, but my mind is constantly going over and over things and trying to be honest about my own part in the whole sorry mess. I hate him for what he's done, I hated living with the stress and being jumpy around him in case he got cross about something, I hated being in the position of trying to anticipate ahead what might set him off and then scurrying about to sort things out before they had happened. But, for some reason I'm not able to let go of things I said and did. For example, he would sometimes buy expensive presents and things and I would be dismissive of them, he would try to plan events and I wouldn't want to go, he would get enthusiastic about things and I would just sniff. Once, and this is an awful admission, we had been arguing about something. He went to bed and when I followed hours later he was asleep. I sat on the bed and vented my spleen by whispering some horrible, sweary word insults about him into the air and he heard! He said "Who are calling .....?", but then it was never mentioned again. But I have never forgotten what a horrible thing it was that I did.
I don't know why I feel compelled to say all this and to "confess". I think I'm worried about me trying to paint myself as 100% whiter than white injured party and him as 100% mean and nasty baddy when, deep down, I know that it's never as straightforward as that. Does that make sense? Is this a normal reaction or am I way off?
Anyway, enough internalising. These were the thoughts that crept up in the middle of the night when I was alone. It's easier to be rational when it's daytime and other people are around. I need to go to work soon, but I will post back later and let you all know how it's going. He's coming back this evening to talk to the kids.