I'm sitting here crying in the car because I don't want to go home. Also because I've just discovered OM has been on a few dates with one particular person, it's OK, because I told him he should, that if and when I was single in a year or so I'd get back in touch if he was, and in the mean time of course I expect him to move on.. But it's upset me hugely nonetheless. Trying to push that all from my mind. What a mess.
He's being nice as today, doing DIY jobs that have been on the list forever, interacting with the children..not what I've seen over the last few month, although still silent.
I'm trying to be kind, it's not his fault, I'm to blame for bringing it to a head. I think we probably could have continued on for years, having mostly OK interactions, with me getting more and more resentful and frustrated. Until maybe another crush/inappropriate friendship, or the same one, for years. Me treating him with no respect, getting more and more passive aggressive about all the frustrations.
Holidays and days out with the kids were always OK, out with friends, having friends over, always lovely, although he'd always get pissed. Nights out, as long as it involved drink, we're fine. That's what he wants back, we used to go out every weekend, get drunk, work on doing up the house, eat fry ups on a Sunday and stay in bed. Yes it was good, at times. But I also remember the getting angry as he never finished a job, or left the boring bits to me, or because he never really would talk, even then just be silent, sulky. He never ever said sorry when something was his fault. Never talks about emotions. I did all the cleaning, washing, everything. I drove him to work every Saturday morning, 15 miles each way, collected him 4 hrs later, because he doesn't drive.. So before kids, yes, life was OK, good even, especially for him.
He said we never go out... Not true, we have. The last time he got so drunk he passed out on the bed and I couldn't go to sleep on it, couldn't move him. But even then, why isn't his first response, OK, let's go out, I'll organise it. We wouldn't even be talking unless I brought it up.
It's just the day to day. When I imagine it just us two, for a weekend, or even retirement, I feel panicky and sad. I can't carry on like this.
I think I'll wait till counselling, it's worth going to let me be able to make it clear how I feel, although it might take a few sessions to even get to that I guess. Maybe I can get out when I want to say calmly and respectfully then, without him feeling like I'm attacking him.
I guess I do feel responsible for his feeling, I fo that a lot though, worry about others, people pleaser I guess. The affair was the first thing I did in years that was just me going, fuck it, I'm doing what pleases me. Awful I know.