It’s he loneliness I find crushing.
there is an old experiment about child development. Mum
plays with baby, then blanks baby. Baby laughs at first, then gets confused, tries to make eye contact and then is distressed, mum smiles and normality is restored.
I showed DH the video of the experiment “why would anyone do that to. Baby? That is cruel!”
”that is us, thoigh. I can’t get a reaction from you. I can’t get you to look at me or see I have a need”
he “got” that and tried for his usual 3 days - 3 months cycle. Then back to the crushing normal.
he missed something though, in our house the experiment never ends. There is never laughter and reassurance and reconnection.
I keep thinking i am used to it, that it is tolerable and there are worse men, he’s doing his best, there are worse things: but it isn’t true.
I met a bloke through work the other week, there was nothing romantic or silly - just two people working on a day’s peoject, but he was funny and engaging and commented on things I’d said previously. I enjoyed his company. It was refreshing to have reciprocation and a bit of a laugh. And eye contact! That was exhilarating.
I have to leave DH, this will never change and it is too hard.
how do you leave someone who is doing their best? Some of his behaviour is mean spirited, but that’s because he’s so lost, he’s not really mean in his nature - he is as tired and bitter as I am. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t mean it though, I am so crushed. It would be nice to be lonely alone.
how utterly pathetic. What a waste
of hope and anticipation and love.
it’s just sad.