Hello everyone, I'm still here and still just about functioning. Thank you again for all your extraordinary and heartfelt messages which have deeply touched me. When I am just one of the multi billions of people on this planet, so utterly inconsequential really in the big scheme of things, then for busy people to trouble to think of me is astounding and makes me appreciate just how much we are all a part of something far greater than ourselves.
Life goes on but seemingly relentlessly colourlessly, not helped by the grim greyness of the weather. I am seeing friends a little more but have to make a concerted effort to do so or else I just end up retreating to bed earlier and earlier. I went to the pub last night with a wonderfully amusing former colleague who was spectacularly rude about my H who she has known a long time both personally and professionally. She used to think he was OK, now not so much. But she made me laugh, even if it felt like a guilty pleasure and somehow disrespectful and disloyal. She was marvellously dismissive of the OW too who apparently she has reserved a special place in hell for, as she has gone against the sisterhood code. Anyone listening in would doubtless have concluded we were a pair of sad, middle-aged has-beens but it made me feel temporarily better and above all gave me a taste of an alternative perspective.
I haven't been able to hold out in respect of the house as the financial pressure exerted on me by H was becoming so stressful that it was all I could think about. It is being valued tomorrow, damn him, I keep walking around it, touching the walls and remembering all the lovely family times we have shared in it. I simply can't bear the thought of moving out and closing the door behind me for the last time. The DC are profoundly upset by it and I heard them discussing how they could possibly get together and raise the money to buy their F out. They can't do that and nor would I expect it even if they could, but to hear their desperation felt like someone was ripping my heart out of my chest. To those who may jump to the conclusion that I have in anyway fostered this upset on their part, I can assure you that I haven't, it is solely caused by my H and his brutal assertions that he wishes to 'move on'. He genuinely does not seem to have considered the implications for the DC or their feelings in all this.
Work is OK, I'm doing more and yesterday presented again, this time in front of the most senior person in our organisation. I was very nervous but managed, although was relieved when it was over. He complimented me in front of the team about all my work to date on that specific project which gave me a sugar-boost.
My hair is still falling out despite my trying the various remedies suggested by a number of PPs. I've had more blood tests but I think the next step is a trichologist as the sight of my shiny scalp through my increasingly sparse hair is having a huge impact on my self-confidence. I'm off the anti-depressants completely, not because I don't think that they could, longer-term, have helped me but I've been reflecting on all my incredibly resilient female ancestors who had lives far tougher than I could ever comprehend - for instance my great grandmother lost five daughters in a week to Spanish Flu after the First World War and my great-aunt's husband died in a Japanese POW camp, and by comparison, I'm pretty darned fortunate so need to keep buggering on as the great man said.
H is very cold with me if he has to speak to me. As I have said before, it is as if I am a complete stranger to him. I heard that song 'Somebody That I Used To Know' on the radio when I was driving to the dreaded Tesco recently and it really summed up my new status of 'non person' to him. I think he is still living with his DSis but I can only imagine that she must be getting a little fed up with that now. I assume he is still seeing the OW but if I even try to establish what he does on a daily and weekly basis, he becomes so rude and faux outraged that I have the cheek to ask that I quickly retreat.
And yes, I still love him. I long for him and for what he has been to me, for our lovely life to be restored. He is in there somewhere, behind this cold, vile, contemptuous facade. But it is clear that I am now absolutely nothing to him and it seems like that my whole married life has been washed away as if it was just chalk on a pavement.