Hi.
I posted ages ago elsewhere about an incident with my husband. (He had secretly filmed us in bed.) It was the wake up call I needed in order to seek counselling.
So this is an update, which felt more appropriate to post here.
It would be nice if that thread was the "Before" and this thread was the "After." But if anything, this is the "During."
I'm still with my husband, at least for the time being.
I haven't committed to staying with him past counselling and I truly don't know what I'll end up doing. At the moment, he's being pretty decent, doing his bit. He's also got a new job which takes him away a lot, and that suits me quite nicely. Not that I can't wait to see the back of him; I just seem to be finding life simpler when he's not around. I know it isn't an ideal setup, but I think I really am in the safest and easiest place I can be right now while I focus on counselling. If I found 50K down the back of the settee things might be different.
DH says he's changed. He says the recent better behaviour is actually the real him and he feels happier now he's back to his true self. He says a lot of things, but right now I don't trust him, I'm not that interested in what he's got to say, and part of me is just waiting for the mask to slip. Besides, the "new him" is just a bit gentler and more equitable. He's not bending over backwards or anything.
And when he does odd things that piss me off, I'm never quite sure whether it's proof he can't change, or proof he's just a human!
There's not much time for heart-to-hearts anyway, so we're just rubbing along really. And one thing I can say for us is that we're doing that very well. The day-to-day is genuinely pleasant. It might well be a bit ostrich-like, but there's something to be said for a nice atmosphere - especially when DS is around.
Counselling is really helping me. But it's hardgoing and gutwrenching, too.
Through counselling I'm beginning to acknowledge that I really didn't have the best of childhoods. I grew up to have limited self-awareness, low self-regard, few boundaries and a talent for tolerating other people's bullshit to a really unhealthy extent - without necessarily being aware that's what I'm doing.
It's hard to unpick all that. To face up to it all and feel the pain and humiliation of it. It's pretty gruelling. Things are starting to change for me, but it's slow progress.
Being "Fun Mum" while my guts ache is really hard sometimes, and I'm not sure I always pull it off.
Oh, I could go on and on. (Wait, I already have!)
In a nutshell, a) I'm not sure about the wisdom of staying put, but I don't feel ready to make major tumultuous life decisions, and anyway I don't have a vast array of choices. And b) I'm not always sure how to "grieve my lost childhood" while putting on a happy face for my little boy.
But in spite of the difficulties, I'm massively grateful to those people who suggested counselling. I was going down a road that would without doubt have left me bitter and empty, which could have deprived my son of the kind of mum he deserves.
Whatever comes or goes with DH is all window dressing really when compared with the changes that are happening on the inside. I'm very gradually discovering a bolder, more emotionally honest and vibrant side to myself.
xxxx