As I've posted elsewhere, my W asked for a separation a couple of months ago. There was an EA with an OM involved but, from appearances (I'm trying to actively avoid investigating for the sake of my sanity and because, frankly, as a STXH its no longer any of my business) this appears to have fizzled out.
I wasn't really given any reason for us splitting, other than she'd changed and the feelings had gone. I think she was still confused as to why herself.
With the help of friends, family and counselling I've been putting my shattered psyche back together together. I've been honest with people that, as the person given the heave-ho, I'm not exactly going to be able to give an unbiased explanation of things. I'm the last person who'll be able to give an honest account of what went wrong. But many of these people - people who know both of us - have been saying similar things: that she found it hard being a stay-at-home mum, that she had unrealistic, idealistic expectations and - like the vast majority of stay-at-home mums - found bringing up two young kids a lonely, dispiriting, soul-grinding experience.
I tried to help. I got flexible with work hours so I could help out as much as possible. I even offered to cut my days at work so we could share childminding duties so she could work part-time too. But she refused.
It's now becoming apparent that the "deal breaker" - if there were one - was simply the fact she didn't want to have to consider another persons thoughts, wants and needs in the home. The kids were more than enough. No matter how much I did, or how much I offered support, I was still there.
So I've been let go and I guess, she's probably happier. Even if it's harder work there's one less cook stirring the broth. One less person with opinions. One less person she has to worry about keeping happy, even if I didn't ask for it. She can get time to herself when i have the boys. She gets the material and physical support with none of the emotional requirements.
It makes sense, if a little mercenary. I feel I can't object, no matter how rejected I feel. Feeling resentful almost feels selfish. the same friends, family and counsellers have been keen to try and shake me out of these thoughts saying that it wasn't my responsibility to make her happy. That a more mature person would have ensured they looked to their own needs too and taken those opportunities to get a bit more of their own life back.
But... it works for her, doesn't it? I just feel so useless.