I have sunk so far, I have no power. It is maddening to realize that you can voice your needs, fears, but can't make WH follow through on any of them even as he tells you will do anything he can (maybe just not what I ask for...cuz,,,why would that be important?) And worse, your anger or fear at betrayal or triggering has no effect....just silence and shunning or dericiveness.But there has to be some accountability...at least a heads up that no I did not get rid of the car with the whore in front, I still have it and want to show it to more people so they will recognize it in the future when they see the picture on the internet. And one day my son or granchildren will be shown that picture and asked who is with their dad or grand dad.
It is so much the bouncing from one end to the next. I feel like I have whiplash. WH loves only me, wants only me, is remorseful, hates what others think of him (more than he thinks of himself I think). Wants tobe a new man a man he was thirty years ago....well thats great.... why arent you doing that? That person would not have disrespected me and nonchalantly drove that "whore car" and parked it in front of my house. The car picture is still on the daughters facebook. Along with a comment from her "Hey dumbass cheaters--the internet was invented in 1982....information is available worldwide and is free...cover your cheating tracks"
I think there has been no contact for two months? I think no cocaine since then. I do think though that he is maudlin about what he used to have from 1999-2004. And sad that when he reconnected in 2011 it wasn't the same, she didn't grab his penis I guess...as she did the first time...He is reminiscing. He tells me I mean everything to him but also that I am all he has left. that is good in his life...I guess meaning that she is not in contact and he has stopped the cocaine.
I do not believe that he "forgot" about his penis in her mouth....he seemed as I said to be fondly remembering it and sad to no longer have it, that he lost it, that she doesn't want it anymore.
Do I believe his timeline that the last sex was in 2004 and then she dumped him? That he had no contact til 2011 when she came into his office for her mother,(who was to have been dropped as a client seven years before) that then they had no sex but met for lunches and dinner....and she pushed a free packet of cocaine into his hand and told him to take it just in case. That he then thought it was great and began paying mucho dinero (also paying for her stuff from my calculations.
That altho his phone convos ended with I love you he had no physical contact with her, did not tell her he was divorcing me, etcetc
That when they were still talking after a no contact letter was sent in July 13, the letter was never mentioned by her to him. The letter that said he never loved her andnever would, that he lied and loved only me.
She gets it... He still talks to her and says I love you. But the letter was never mentioned? Psycho
Can't believe. Incomprehensible. Yet as always he is so convincing.
BTW he passed a lie detector that there was no sex since 2004 but no t that there was no contact from 2004 til 2011.
I know people start to glaze over with all of these incidents and dates and lies and cries and pain.
Boundaries.....what are those?
Can you shoot when they are crossed?
How many do I have to make, we will be here forever.
Don't lie to me. Don't shun me.
Respond to my anger at being hurt. Apologize for it. Be remorseful. Explain your selfishness. Be empathetic and sympathetic. As I cry and sob don't walk by and turn on the tv.
Read a relationship book. Make an appt with mc.
Are these boundaries? Arent' they just simple human kindness and goodness?
Boundary was definitely no whore car at my house. My response was anger and pain and sorrow. His response was shunning. He is supposed to have apologized, shown remorse, vow to get rid of , help me with my pain....but I have no power when there is nothing he wants from me, not even words. He seems unaffected while I have knawing stomach pain, cry, am distruaght, think about death as a relief, high high anxiety. I need more control over my emotions. I need IC.
I had one but stopped when we started mc. that didn't le haast and I have had none. I am a mess.
Traumatized.
Shell-shocked.
Feel like I am cowering in a half blown apart building in the middle of a war zone. In a corner with my hands covering my head waiting for the next bomb or weapon or bayonet.
MIP
RIP
[This message edited by mainlyinpain at 2:03 AM, November 5th (Tuesday)]