Oh but you do. You do need to ask questions. Thousands of them. Your brain doesn't sleep because it has been traumatised and saying 'ask no more questions' is like saying to a soldier who has witnessed dead babies in Bosnia 'It's just war. Get over it. Move on. Fancy a cake at the Garden Centre in Sonning'.
I mean, life has changed irretrievably for us and no garden centre will do until we have made peace with ourselves and our disarranged heads and hearts.
Don't expect you to understand that. Not criticising, just trying to explain.
It is therapy of a sort talking to people who have been through this shit. There are many, many questions I needed answering desperately.
I still don't have all answers and never will have.
If your husband and the father of your small baby left to fuck underage prostitutes abroad without so much as a backward glance, then made lots of stories up about you, and you don't even know where he lives to divorce him, and you are struggling financially, and had your baby removed from you for three days because you were so fucked, would you appreciate me saying to you 'you know the answers. Move on'.
I am sorry to sound a bit cross but unless you have real definite first-hand experience of these men and how mad they are and how they make lovely sane people go sad and mad, then I would back off a little.
I so badly needed to ask questions...because I was doing a kind of crash course in personality disorders and serious psychotherapy while all the time trying to feed my baby and make sense of why I married the shit. I was trying to survive, disentangle myself from social services, go shopping, get legal advice, fight with the bank over the massive overdraft he left me with (he raided our joint account to the tune of ten grand on an overdraft, AND took our ten thousand savings too. He left me penniless) and god knows what else.
These people are not normal and cause extreme mental chaos. Please do not use the usual platitudes, because they just do not apply.
My Husband is fucking his new foreign woman abroad, living in a big posh house, riding a motorbike, grooming one of his little students at the college he now teaches at, has no idea his brother has just died and is being gainfully employed by a german publishing company because he has told them the old sob story: 'I was really depressed and doing everything at home. My wife was mad, my ex was a bitch, so I thought sod the lot of them.'
Only the last line is true - and true to form: actually, he had been deceiving his secondary school for an entire year and is about to be struck off by the general teaching council. Not that he will give a toss. Because he has totally reinvented himself, his past, his future where he is - this is mad bad and dangerous and hard to fathom for me (and others who go through it.)
He has gone to a third world country where he can just be another gary glitter type fuck-up.
That is what NPDers do - 'sod the lot of em' - because it is not about the 'wife' (she's not mad - he is projecting again) or the 'children' (hangers on and no use to them - he is projecting again).
These dangerous wankers are just trouble and we victims must educate each other.
Anyone who has been put through the mill by these jokers and their crap families will know that we are lucky to still be standing.
Mmm..Move on. Let me tell you, we ARE moving on...by sharing our knowledge and our discoveries and by understanding what we have been dealing with and why. It is not pretty.
Hugs to anyone who has to go through it. Pass the scampi fries...wish it would stop pissing with rain.