I think you're right Lilly007. Because I don't think I can take this pain anymore. It's funny Fibromyalgia is so physically painful sometimes, but when it's really bad, I go to the medicine cabinet and use every painkiller at my disposal; but nothing seems to stop this pain. I keep replaying the scenario where he told me he was leaving over and over again. How calm he was. How he stood there sipping his coffee as I fell apart, at his sudden disgust towards me, his anger from nowhere. His complete detachment. I just remember how quickly he wanted to get away, like he couldn't get away fast enough. Like I am something disgusting. Now everytime I see him, I feel the sharp hot emotional pain all over again.
One thing that he said that really galls me is his desire for a 'woman who understands him'. What have I been doing all these years then? DH has always been insecure within himself, and I have always understood that. He was never encouraged growing up, and his relationship with his mother ironically, has always been one of wanting her attention and not really getting it. He now bends over backwards trying to get it.
I am the one who constantly told him how intelligent he really was, who encouraged him to do whatever he wants, constantly telling him he could do it, who placed value on his opinions, even when I knew better, who would ask his advice even if I already knew the best course of action, so that he could feel more secure. When he was depressed, I brought him the natural medicines he needed to feel a bit better. I was the one who waited patiently, cancelling plans to do things together because he wouldn't be able to manage it, I was the one who listened to his accounts of failures at work, who soothed his ego and encouraged him to start his business, constantly telling him how grateful we were when he worked hard. I cooked nearly everyday. Sometimes if I was out, I would rush back home, just so his dinner would be ready after work, and he could relax straightaway. God sometimes I would even massage his feet! Not to mention helping to raise our children. When he was snappy and unloving during depressive phases I kept on loving him, looking at the good I saw.
Now at a time when I really need his support, he has just casually cast me aside, like something distasteful under his foot. All his 'I will really support you at uni' has turned to shit. I truly believe he knows doing this now will place a lot of difficulty on me during the most important year, but he doesn't care. In his mind he just had to do it now.
He has become an angry stranger throwing so many trivial wrongs at me. Everything is my fault. Everything. Suddenly I have been no support whatsoever. Suddenly 'I have never really got him' Yet there were so many things I didn't do because he didn't want to do them. I literally put him first, but now I am trash. All that affection, all that loyalty, all the times I put him first and me second.....well all of it meant nothing, meaningless, unimportant, rubbish. He wants to runaway and find 'happiness' with some other woman, some new person who has done NOTHING for him. He has thrown away years of devotion in a second.
He has flipped on me. And yes he is twisting in the knife. How have I missed his penchant for cruelty, where has it come from? What have I done to elicit it?
Last night, I started to feel really angry for the first time. I now feel wronged. Massively, hugely wronged. And I cannot understand such selfishness, how everything we shared and have done together hasn't even warranted a proper conversation. It has simply not been negotiable. How he has sat there, pretending to still be a team, simulating love, simulating affection, touching me, having sex (I won't say making love) with me, playing with my emotions and messing with my brain, knowing he has been planning to leave all along for two. Bleeding. Years. 2 Years!!
I don't know anymore whether I am crying because of him leaving, or the cruelty of it all. I just feel terribly rejected and despised and like I will never trust another human being again. How could he treat me with such callousness? After everything? Then presumably telling everyone it's my fault, adding humiliation to my despair.
So this morning I blocked him on my phone and whatsup. Felt a bit petty, but I got a huge sense of relief. Now I won't have to hear his voice. He can communicate through the children if he wants to. My Dad is coming in an hour to put a chain on the door. I've started packing his stuff from upstairs again. This time he can take them all. There was a rug in the bedroom I really didn't care for that he liked. I have thrown it outside. Removed all the DVDs from the bedroom. I know I need to go further, but am afraid of starting to actually hate him, and DS has already stated that he hoped we don't end up hating each other.
We were meant to go settle DS into uni together, but I simply won't be able to spend any time with him. I cannot tolerate it. I don't know how I'm going to get around that
. In the past I thought couples who couldn't stand each other were petty, but now I understand, and I never thought I would be in the same situation.
I really don't want to be in this strange new reality.