I've not really had the words to update. Well, that's not strictly true. The words seem to come and go. It's such a weird place to be. Is it helpful to update without an update? When life is just being life? I'm not sure. I guess it might be to those in the same boat as me. Here goes.
Very simply put - we have some glorious moments where I don't remember what he put me through, but then I remember.
Of course it's not all roses, but we do all the usual chores in sync like we always did. We're laughing much like we used to, we're making plans and having fun much like we used to. He's is the helpful, caring, thoughtful husband I thought I had before all the shit. And then I remember what it took out of me to get here. My fierce best mate says sometimes, "I see the smile, but I don't believe the smile". Others who have no clue what's happened check in on me, which is so lovely, but it shows I'm not me.
It feels like everything is made of sand, built on top of a sand island in Sandstown and I can't shift that feeling. For example, if we do bicker, I immediately revert to - ITS OVER, I CAN'T DO IT. Sometimes I think 'well that's okay, we're never promised tomorrow so just live for today', that's all well and good, but it's exhausting. I also think I enjoyed the time on my own more than I expected. Hey ho.
Interestingly I'm now absolutely terrified of his phone and iPad. They were my window into getting the proof in the beginning, I can't bear thinking about that feeling. They are open to me, but I wont ever go down that route again. Checking up on him isn't an option. There will be no need - one more strike and you're out. I go on instinct, it hasn't let me down yet. Perhaps I am deluded - perhaps the proof is there, and I'm scared to admit it? Urgh.
I've also noticed that when DH is in his head, (which I think has always happened) I have zero patience for it. I'm sick of trying to coach, coax, draw, sympathise or be anything other than infuriated with him for it. Sort Your Fucking Shit Out. It's unlike me, but I am where I am.
I stopped marriage counselling. We were getting somewhere in between sessions, but then it would be a massive step backwards after each one. Policing my language pissed me off, thanks MN - I would've allowed it otherwise. It seemed to be like the MC was supporting me, but finding the thing that he could berate me for to make DH feel better? Almost, anyway.
Oh, and a very small word on her. She's around, I've seen her. He's still doing his hobby, but it's elsewhere. He's still obsessed.
I want to finish on a positive note, but it's hard today, we're not out of the woods yet. I love him fiercely, I know I've done the right thing, I know it. I'm allowed to have all of these feelings and to give them air time.
Oh, this is positive - My lovely Dad got great results so no need for further treatment yet, they're just keeping an close eye on things. If he needs more treatment, his other symptoms have subsided so he'd be able to do it. His spirits are improving every day - he's almost back to his cheeky self which is marvellous (thanks to the posters who asked about him). Oh, and the kids are just bloody GREAT.
What a ramble. Thanks for reading you lovely lot. You rock.x