Today would have been our wedding anniversary, IF we were still married. But we separated three years ago ( at his instigation ). Not yet divorced due to our financial situation.
This morning I’ve received flowers and a lovey dovey card on my doorstep. This has completely creeped me out.
We still have a lot of dealings with each other. Not out of my choice but because we have three school aged children and we own a business together where we both still work. I hate this and we have tried several times to sell it without success. The only alternative is for one of us to walk away, be unemployed and give the other most of our assets. We dont have enough cash to buy each other out.
So most of the time we manage to have reasonably civil dealings about the kids and work. Of course he’s still the same ( not very nice ) person and it’s often stressful.
We are not “friends” by any stretch of the imagination. He doesn’t exchange even the basic courtesies that you would to a colleague eg “ How was your holiday ? “ or “ Sorry to hear that your mother is unwell”.
We have no personal conversations at all.
He’s never nice or kind to me in any way. He often does small nasty things to hurt me , which I try to ignore. These are mostly based around letting down the kids.
Last week he was particularly nasty to me, he’s very clever about it and usually hides it well from others. But this time even the kids picked it up and our 11 year old was in tears and took issue with him about it.
We don’t exchange gifts at Christmas or birthdays (actually he never even bought me gifts when we were married ).
We have zero physical contact - not even a pat on the arm. The thought of him touching me actually makes me shudder.
So why do I have flowers and card which says
“ to my wife on our anniversary” with these words inside
the joys we’ve known the times we’ve shared
the many things we’ve done,
Have given me such happiness I treasure everyone
and through the years that we have shared
our love has grown to be
the dearest most important thing in all the world to me. “
WTAF????
I don’t love him. I have to work hard not to hate him. I aspire to indifference.
What do I do about this ?