And a coward.
It’s been almost 5 yrs since D-day, but I feel that healing-wise time has only been since we did MC, which was last year.
I’m a phony b/c I give the impression that all is good. Only my 2 BFF’s know the truth. I AM DIEING INSIDE!
Yes, H answered questions. Yes, we read NJF. Yes, he said he’s sorry and won’t do it again. The problem is I think there is more, and don’t believe he wouldn’t want to go down that slope again. (actually saw it this weekend, which sent me in a tailspin)
In July he decreed (not for the first time) that he will NOT talk about his A’s, or our reconnection, or any emotional shit any more!! It made him feel bad, reminded him of what he did, doesn’t want to feel like shit the rest of his life, yadda, yadda, yadda.
I had an “aha” moment. Said I will not bring any of it up again. And I have NOT. Not one fucking word about us, the state of our marriage, being triggered, nada. (which is so huge for me) I have not said one word about anything more deep that setting up doc appts! Not one. And I have not idea what he thinks about it. I think he is as happy as a pig in slop. Can’t ask him. And at this point I don’t care.
And IT IS KILLING ME!! Not the lack of discussions, but the fact that it is still all about him. That I have to be silent. How the fuck am I suppose to heal when I can’t say a fucking word????
It is not that I need to talk about his A’s. But he quit MC just as we finished working on the A’s, and were suppose to start on our communication. THAT’s when he quit?? So we did not get to that part, and here I sit. He thinks he’s done enough. I have stated many times that is not quite the case.
I am a coward in that this is NOT a M to me. We own a business, and that is the only thing that is keeping me here. We are looking to sell it, but until it sells I am stuck here. If I play the D card before then I will be financially ruined. I will have nothing to live on. My friend tells me I don’t leave b/c I still care about him. Yes I do care, but for the first time in 42 yrs I do not love him. He has killed it with his selfishness. She does not understand, for me, it is all about being secure. I am 58 yrs old. I do not have the luxury of time to start over.
So I stay. And pretend. I am just not sure how much longer I can mentally do this.
I guess I am not really asking any questions.
Just need some positive words, for myself, and some of our famous SI hugs.
If you read this whole thing I thank you.