Thank you CaledonianQueen and others Dowser all of you.
I should have bloody followed your advice sooner.
Well, it is truly, truly, over and there is no going back. I know that has been the reality from the beginning, but I just could not make my mind or heart accept it fully. I have been secretly hoping, doing a mental pick-me-dance, wondering what I change, wishing he would change his mind, come home and this awful nightmare would stop and my life could go back to as it was just over a week ago with the man he seemed to be over a week ago.
The last couple of days I have made myself physically ill, just lying on the sofa, with a raging temperature, throat sore from crying, too sick to eat, to tired to do anything and barely sleeping. I hate this flat with his things in, I hate the entire thing, I want to be someone else, somewhere else. Anyone else.
But today he came around again, phoned beforehand apparently and when I didn't reply just turned up. Took some more stuff, started talking about putting up more selving
etc. Went into the outside cupboard, started pulling out bits of wood (to build himself a new wardrobe). He was acting very normally, chipper, sat down with the boys, talking.
I went upstairs to the bedroom, and was sitting on the bed, still in my nightdress and he came in. I saw him look at me with THAT look, and for a fucking stupid moment I lost my mind and offered him my goods....well he went along with it for a bit, nearly got THERE....but then halfway through he rebuffed me. I then became a crying mess, telling him I missed him and wanted him to come back home. What a fucking idiot I am. What a fucking great fool!!
He walked away, and I got dressed and went after him and he told me, nothing I say or do will change his mind, he is 50 now and wants a 'woman who understands him'. He doesn't want a relationship that requires him to try. He switched off 2 years ago, and if I didn't get it, it is my fault. I said but you never talked to me or gave me a chance to fix things or go to therapy, you are waaaaay of ahead of me and planned this for ages, and behaved as if everything was fine and that is not fair, he said, well I don't think I should have to explain things to you, that's how it is, so accept it'
I was standing in the driveway and he was in his car, he wouldn't let me get in to talk further. Eventually he said 'We have nothing else to say. I am coming to get my stuff bit by bit and a few bits if furniture as I said and I will call you beforehand, so next time pick up your phone. Then he drove off. Leaving me feeling completely rejected, humilitaed and upset.
I am so ashamed. I came home and cried hysterically for an hour and my son got angry for the first time and said he is going to phone his Father and tell him not to come to the house again. But I told him I will do it, as I don't want them becoming involved.
But now that the crying fit is over I feel calmer. I now know that he is never coming home. I just wish I could understand how the affectionate loving man I knew has morphed into a stranger overnight. Where is my friend? Where did he go? I have lost him.
I phoned my sister. She is coming round to help me look at solicitors.
I also wish the ground would open up and swallow me, I can't believe that I offered him sex!! I don't know what came over me. His ego must be fucking huge now.
The strange thing is I thought this morning was going to be better because I was 'more in charge of my emotions' what a joke!