After the holiday from hell and a few months of on and off silent treatment from dh I finally read Lundy Bancroft's book 'Why Does He Do That'. For a while I was in shock as I realised that so much of what was being said in the book was horribly familiar. Several awful rows later I had moved into the spare room and taken legal advice about divorce.
I felt rage, hurt, guilt (breaking up family, impact on dcs) and such sadness that I had been so stupid. How could I have thought it was normal for my stomach to be in knots worrying about asking him at the 'right time' after eating if he would like dessert? (Too soon and he would be annoyed because he had just finished eating and too long and it would show that I didn't care). Lots of things apparently showed how little I cared despite the fact that I was doing all of the domestic work while working full time as his work was so much more stressful and tiring than mine.
For example, once, he stopped talking to me for two weeks because I didn't offer to rub his back during the night when I 'must have noticed' in the dark when he got up to use the bathroom that he was walking strangely. I must have known his back was sore but just didn't care enough to offer to rub it. The fact that I was asleep wasn't accepted as I 'must have' woken up when he got up.
Each time the silence and coldness stopped when I apologised enough. Sorry to go on about this, just to illustrate how lots of things started to come back to me when I read the book after 20 odd years of what I thought was basically a good marriage.
So to my mistake. After a few weeks of relative calm we started to talk. He said he had always wanted me to be happy and that things would be different now. He pressed me to decide if I wanted to divorce or try again as it would be unfair to keep him hanging on. Asked me to trust him to try to make me happy. I said ok, we'll try.
I now realise that he never actually admitted to any kind of unacceptable behaviour and I'm really worried that things will be ok for a while then just be the same and I'll waste more years. I have absolutely no interest in anything physical and am still in the spare room. Don't know what to do now. How do I know that my feelings won't change again? Is my menopausal rage causing me to feel differently towards him or are the scales just falling from my eyes? Sometimes I really dislike him but I'm being nice, partly to stop the atmosphere being bad for teenage dcs. Sometimes I think that I've got it all wrong, how could my partner of over 20 years be emotionally abusive? What does that say about how weak and pathetic I must be? Am I just going a bit mad?
Sorry this is a bit long, but it helps to vent a bit. I just don't know what to do now. Do I tell him I got it wrong or is cruel to build up his hopes then dash them? He is being nice now so I am questioning myself. Any advice?