Oh God! I've gone and done everything I promised myself I wouldn't and now I really don't like the person I've become.
He was round at the weekend to pack up his stuff for the new flat he's renting. It was horrible. He stayed away overnight on Saturday and Sunday and came back last night to sleep (sofa in the living room). He turned up late and we barely spoke. I heard him talking to the kids and telling him that he loved them very much and that it was me he was leaving and not them and that he would always be there to help and support them. He hoped they would want to remain in touch with them and come to his flat for a meal or meet up for coffee etc. He took DS's new phone number etc. I know, I know they are entitled to have a relationship with their dad but it made me so bloody cross and jealous and angry and everything.
Then this morning, I saw him and the atmosphere was so tense. It is absolutely impossible to speak rationally and I'm afraid I went into full on screeching harpy mode. I let him know that I knew who his new girlfriend is - and he was able to make cold cutting remarks about internet searching and that he had been perfectly willing to tell me about her but that I had said I didn't want to know. I did the usual "Do you love her?" He said yes. He doesn't love me. She is moving in with him. I said the kids wouldn't want to visit a flat where she lived. He replied that the children were old enough and mature enough to make that decision for themselves. He said that he understands they will be hurt and angry and that he will give them as much time as they need. He says that OW is now part of his life and that they will support and be there for the children. It is true love; she came from a very dysfunctional family and her parents split when she was little and her older sister brought her up. She works with him.
I then started to do the old "where will I live" "what will I do" "I've got nothing planned for this sort of thing" and it just all went round and round in bloody circles. I just hate the way it is making me behave - I was all hysterical, then crying, then screeching nasty things, then my mouth was so dried up I couldn't speak. I lost all dignity and he remained all calm and dignified and was able to retain the upper hand there. Oh I hate myself for behaving like this. Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut?
I told him to go to a hotel tonight because him being in the house is too much for me to cope with. He won't be back now apart from a few hours on Friday to pick up the rest of his stuff.
Please, lovely people, help me to cope with the way I'm feeling just now. I realise that I don't love him so why am I so jealous and cut up about the confirmation that they are moving in together? I didn't think they were. I get all tied up and knotted inside at the thought of them travelling back to their little flat after work and being all happy and content with each other while I, miserable old shrew, am left with nobody like that.
Please help me to think of ways not to try and screw up the kids and hurt them. I so want them to hate him and slag him off and refuse to see him but I also know that that is wrong and would end up with them being hurt more than anybody. Why do I get so frantic at the thought of them being OK with him? It hurts so much!
I'm also starting to think again that it's my fault. He said he wanted to try to make the marriage work and that he was always suggesting things to do and places to go but that I never wanted to. He said that all I ever did was make him out to be an ogre but that he isn't like that. Yet, I remember the treading on eggshells round him, the apprehension that he might be in a bad mood when he came home, his absolute determination to do what he wanted to do, his curt dismissals of things I said if he didn't agree. I withdrew because I couldn't see anything else to do and it then became habit. It's very difficult to feel anything for somebody who doesn't seem to like you. He says that it was apparent that I didn't like him. It all goes round in circles.
Sorry for the rant. I can't bear this frantic feeling inside - utter panic and fear and then worrying about the future. He said (after our "talk" this morning) that all I am concerned about is the money and how much I can get. I didn't meant it to come over like that - I guess I am so scared at the thought of having to sell to downsize and then buy something outright (I'd never get a mortgage at 53 and earning less than £10,000) and to get somewhere affordable I'd need to move from my support network of friends and I can't face that, I just can't.
Please, for those of you who have been through this sort of thing - will it get better? Will I be able to survive and come through the other side? I need reassurance that I won't feel like this forever. I want to know that I can become a nicer person again and not all eaten up by bitterness and fear.
On the advise of the solicitor, we will be seeing a mediator, but I don't know what sort of things I will need to be asking about. Do you think I should be getting a valuation of the house and, if so, is it just a case of getting an estate agent in to give an idea? Or is that not particularly accurate?
I think he will be getting a note of a cash equivalent transfer value of his pension. He wants to keep his pension and let me have the house.
I don't know how to work it all out. If the house was sold for (picking an imaginary round figure) £100,000 and the outstanding mortgage was £10,000 then I would be left with £90,000. I would then use that £90,000 to buy somewhere else outright. That somewhere else would have to be big enough for me and the kids. In order to achieve that I would probably have to look at moving further afield. I would not have a mortgage to pay but would perhaps have to downsize again in the future. Is that how it works? I would have to rely financially on old age pension (if I'm entitled to it) and on any earnings I make between now and retirement. I'm sure somebody more switched on will let me know if that is roughly the idea.
Oh, what a bloody awful mess it all is. 