Lol! You are making me belly-laugh this afternoon HF. When their cover is blown they turn into slobs. My H got so pissed one night before he farked off and I had one of my best friends and her daughter staying over, that he fell off the bog upstairs with his trousers round his ankles and passed out.
Actually I don't think he really passed out -it was an act like a kid doing sleeping lions. Twonker.
Do not feel sorry for him. You probably will, but just to give you some perspective: I felt very sorry for my h and got him to come home from Heathrow the first time he left, even though I knew he had been searching internet sites and had taken all our money (he did it all again 2 weeks later and went for good and I didn't try to stop him that time)and yet when he got back and it started falling apart, he blamed me. He said in his school-boy whine 'why did you ask me to come back if you were going to be horrid to me?' ...um, I was a bit horrid because he told me he intended to shag prostitutes and take drugs. And I asked him to come home because he was my husband, because we had a 6 month old baby boy and because I thought he was having a nervous breakdown.
When I realised he had planned it all and bought the condoms and the knife and packed his suitcase and nicked the 20K - and certainly once he had gone and I found out that he had not been marking any of his pupils work atschool for a year - well, I stopped feeling sorry for him.
I am going over my old bollocks-story again but only to try and say to you: Look HF, these people tug on all your heart strings and it works because we are nice people. When you are a few months down the line from this, you will see him for the monster he really is. But he won't scare you anymore.
Regarding the divorce: I don't know what to advise apart from do you HAVE to divroce him now? This was my main driving force in the immediate aftermath of H going: I wanted to cut my ties with him as I didn't want to be soiled by him one moment longer (once he had shown his true proclivities for hookers and porn and thai ladyboys etc). But after two months, as the money flew out of my already fleeced purse I realised that divorce was not the main event.
It was healing myself and making a few new friends and looking after my wonderful baby son and conserving cash to keep me sane and feed my boy that was the priority.
How about you just stop bothering with the divorce? Realise that this is about you and your new life, without this farting greedy slurping slob molesting you? Take up a couple of those dating offers. Go out and enjoy yourself for an hour or two and see how it feels.
He is not in control of you. He thinks he is...they think they control the world.
Just say NOTHING and he will keep paying the mortgage. He will be confused. He will blame you of course. Blame you schlame you.
As for narcissism being a fashionable label: that is a larf because my H liked everything to be the best and the tippy-top most expensive label. But he hated labels to be on show: Posh had to equal Subtle in his book.
He was so posh and well educated he flew to bangland to shag whores.
Nice. Posh.
TOL!
(Tumble Over Laughing)