Hello everybody and thank you for all the posts since I was last on here. I've just seen that my last post (cue the bugle) was on Wednesday, but it seems like weeks ago. I've found the last few days particularly hard and although I've sat down a few times to post, I've not been able to muster enough concentration to finish.
I've felt very very up and down and my mood ranges from euphoric Yes, I can do it. I will survive to the depths of despair It was all my fault. I am horrible and mean and moody and drove him away. I'm sad and it's my own fault I can be laughing and feeling positive one minute and then just start crying the next. It's happened a few times in public too. OK when with friends, not so OK when in the condiments aisle in Sainsburys ... or the dog food aisle ... or the soap powder aisle ... I'll be getting banned on the grounds of a miserable face scaring off the customers.
I have been buoyed by the hugely supportive messages on here: emotional support; practical advice; people telling their own stories; funny tales. I have logged on many times, often in the dead of night, just to re-read the thread and it helps no end. RL friends have been fantastic too in allowing me a bolt-hole when DH was round collecting his stuff; dropping everything to come and sit on my sofa and listen to me wail and sob; taking me out for tea and drinks; not minding me turning up on their doorsteps unannounced; being on the end of the phone or email. Just wonderful.
I have not got anything done this week and have been far too frantic to settle to doing anything that required concentration. I keep thinking that I am going to have to speak to DH at some stage regarding money and finances but I just cannot face seeing or speaking to him. I can't stand the person I become when he is around and the way he makes me feel so nervous. I think any future dealings will have to be carried out in a neutral venue or with a third party present. It's not because I'm afraid of physical violence or anything, but I just find it so hard to behave rationally and with dignity when he is around. I will not start researching finances or thinking about what to do until I am good and ready. I can't even make a decision about what to put on a sandwich at the moment, let alone consider house moves or money.
I have been researching professional counselling - think I might have found somebody to contact - to help me deal with my feelings about what has happened, about how to deal with my behaviour when I see DH and, most of all, how to cope with the way I feel about the DCs seeing him. As a PP has said, I find it almost unbearable thinking about him being with them. I know he is entitled to a relationship with his children and that they deserve to have a happy relationship with both parents. DD2 is keen to see him and will be going out for dinner with him soon. I am having to force myself not to pass comment or ask her lots of questions, but I am desperate to seek reassurance from her that she still loves me and that she wants to be with me and that she is not upset at me, etc. I am struggling with these insecurities and irrational thoughts but I know that I have to hold back and allow her to develop the relationship that she needs with her dad. I can see her facial expression change when I mention things or if she feels I'm talking too much and I have to make such an effort to hold back. DS is still upset at his dad, but I think he will come round given a bit of time. DD1, I'm not so sure about. I think the upshot is that I find it hard to think that they can love somebody who has been so cruel to me but, then, it is not just somebody - it is their dad. This is where professional counselling will come in useful: I am desperate not to add to their upset by dumping on them emotionally and I will do whatever it takes to ensure I get help with that.
Poor DCs. It would have been hard if they had been younger but just because they are almost adults, doesn't mean that they feel things any less intensely. I think they might be holding things in a lot more: perhaps they are afraid of upsetting me; maybe they can't bear to try to think about it and perhaps be in the position of resenting one parent more than the other; maybe they are reluctant to let go and cry and sob in the way that younger children can do.
I'll keep plodding on at the moment. One step at a time. I will use friends and come on here to vent, rage and spit venom. I won't inflict it on DCs. I'm having to accept that the mood swings will come and go and that it is normal to feel this awful dread and anxiety. I just wish it didn't have to be like this. So, so hard.
Thank you everybody for being here for me and looking out for me. If I hadn't had MN and hadn't had such a good network of friends and colleagues, God alone knows what sort of state I would be in.
I'll keep posting and, as always, love hearing from you all. Thank you!