UA Thank you for your lovely post.
Your words are so helpful and do really strengthen my determination to keep going, and my growing realisation that I must keep him out of my life.
Little bits of hope that remain about "us" are flaking and peeling away every day.This "flailing around" stuff is actually pretty helpful to me as it is far easier to see it as crazy when it swings so fast.
I think it is also easier to recognise when I am at home with the children all day,dealing with new baby stuff plus dc's who are very upset by his absence and my continued insistence that he cannot return in any capacity.
As you,and many others,have said before,it hasn't taken many weeks away for the scales to start dropping from my eyes.Without any of the "nice bits" ,I am beginning to wonder what on earth was going on.
He does seem to be revealing himself - like a mask coming off. It seems incredible and sad -really sad.And at this moment I see clearly that what I am mourning is an ideal that never really existed.It is easier to lose when seen like that,somehow...maybe because it removes the possibility of having it back...
I am very sure that I will not have him back ,now.Not having come this far.I can see how terrible that would be for the dc's - and me.
In a way,I sort of need my "fix" now - of continued evidence of what a
spectacular failure he is. I mean ,if he were to be doing some serious laying on of Mr Wonderful ,it wouldn't have been too hard to persuade me to give it another go,or at least to have convinced others to encourage me - for the baby' sake.
So he's making it easier for me.
It reminds me of when I was 16 and my parents went on holiday with my brothers,leaving me at home,for the 3rd or 4th summer running - they would tell me - still do - that I didn't want to come...but I did,and felt very sad and excluded..
anyway,that year,I suddenly "knew" I had to move out,and spent the next 6 months gathering towels,crockery etc and building a box of stuff in my room,whilst saving up a deposit.
The following spring,I moved into a bedsit in the next town,dropped out of school and applied to do psychiatric nurse training 40 miles away the following autumn.
I kept waiting,hoping,that my parents would ask me to stay,realise why I was going.But they never did,and as soon as I moved out I began to see my mothers behaviour in a completely different way...
the scales fell away...it gave me loads of strength and resolve to move on and live life MY way....
I am getting that resolve,that "move on for survival" feeling again now.I know I will reach a point where I am done with hope and fantasy,just as I was with my family all those years ago.Then I'll be "over" the worst bit.
I so admire you UA ,to be in such a strong place now that you can laugh at a tx. After what your xh did to you,and what you are still fighting against.
I am lucky to have the dc's.It was what I always wanted - even if not quite in this way
Thank youx