There is more. I can feel it. I am shaking and I feel sick. It's the same feeling when he took that deep breath and told me he had been 'texting' someone a lot....I saw it in his eyes last night when I asked him. He is so close to telling me but he just won't. I think I might get it tonight. I think there is a lot more to come.
He just doesn't 'get' honesty. I have just really lost my temper over something really stupid but it shows his mentality. He told me he had done the floors this morning but they were covered in dog hairs when I came downstairs so I asked him. He was adamant he had done the floors and didn't know why they were still dirty. Turned out he had 'done the bits that show'. I got annoyed he didn't say that in the first place and we were back to semantics. 'I said i did the floors, I didn't say I moved things'. Now I know I should be grateful he did the floors no matter how he did them and I would have been if he hadn't 'omitted' to tell me it was only done quickly.
Can anyone else see the problem here?
This was a bit more disturbing. When I found some strawberry milkshake in the sink I asked h when he came home at lunch if he had given DS that to drink first thing in the morning. I wasn't very happy. He is always spoiling him with junk food if I am not around. Coco pops and strawberry milkshake for breakfast for example when I like him to have weetabix and plain milk. He said no and DS got really upset and started denying he had had any. He even cried. H immediately played good cop, hugged him and told him HE knew he was telling the truth and glared at me like the wicked witch. Then H went back to work.
Now, I know my boy and I know he was lying so I left him to come to me and 5 mins after H had gone he came to me and asked me what I would do if he had lied and I told him I would appreciate his honesty and ask him not to help himself to sugary drinks in the future and not to lie to me again. He said he was sorry and that was that. What really got me was H was telling me off saying 'the poor kid is scared to tell you the truth!' Which is rubbish as I used to be a nursery nurse and I know what I am doing parenting wise. He knows honesty will get him 'out' of trouble not 'in' trouble!
So clearly we have an honesty issue.
I just don't trust him anymore. I think he knows I am serious this time as he has stopped saying there isn't anything to tell and instead is saying he is busy at work and can't talk. I know he has more to tell me.
I told him I am not an idiot. I know something went on that day
1) If you're going on a long ride you fill up BEFORE you go if you don't know where the petrol stations are
2) He took cash out. If it was petrol he would have paid on his card. Granted it was only ten pounds but that's enough for a couple of drinks or even a cheap meal, if they split the bill, at her pub.
3) he told me he had never been to this place when clearly he has.
4) he can never remember what he has done on any given day yet he remembered where he was on this day when I brought it up.
I text him these things and have not heard back.
Thing is I now know for sure his policy is to only tell me what 'he' thinks I need to know. It doesn't help that I tried to kill myself after the first round of tt. I am deeply ashamed of this but I have a severe mental illness and the switch just flipped. It's given him a convenient excuse not be honest though. It's the old 'she can't handle the truth' I bet you.
When i found out he told me it was just texting, then an EA, then when I stupidly asked for the password to Vodafone account he said he couldn't remember it. I got up the next morning to an email confirming he had been in and changed our details! I rang him and he went ballistic at me. Came home and tore shreds off me verbally then stormed off back to work. Then, as I was sat at the computer in shock messages started coming through. He changed the vodafone log in details. He changed his facebook details... A switch just flipped and i took enough pills to down an elephant. Didn't work though. It seemed my only way out as i am housebound and he is my carer.
That's the excuse he will use for not telling me the truth.
Also I found a text to him from his mum telling him to stop admitting to things. He is so wrapped up in himself that when I was unconscious in the hospital my mum told me he was sat in a chair crying and chanting over and over 'it was just texting!' I don't think he can even admit what he has really done even to himself.
I love him and would love to make it work but I have been ill with it all this the past year, trying so hard to believe him. He was being so loving, so helpful round the house etc but there have been enough moments where he has slipped and insulted me or lost his temper that I have been concerned, and upset.
He cries every time I want to talk about the past. He says the guilt kills him. He sends me little texts saying, remember our first flat, our first holiday etc etc how much he loves me and what we want for the future. But I have this little gremlin in my tummy that won't quieten down and I can't move forward because of it.
I know the affair is long over and he hates her but I also know there is more to come.
I know he has told little lies in the past but it's always been little stuff like saying he had a bath when he hasn't bothered for a few days (yuk) or denying a mess is his and blaming our son but after the A I told him that had to stop and he had to start admitting responsibility for stuff and not blameshifting. Grow up basically and he really seemed to have done so. He told me when an ex pm'd him on facebook and we dealt with it together. He tells me if he has any contact with OW at work. He has owned up to all sorts of minor stuff around the house too. If he forgets something he will now say 'oops I forgot' or even 'sorry I couldn't be bothered' rather than shifting it onto me as in 'you never asked me to'!
This morning was the first time I was dealing with 'old' h again in a long time.
I am babbling. Truth is I am terrified. I know I am going to want to try again virtually no matter what he says. I feel like the truth being out could set us free and give me my mind and heart back so I can live again.
Problem is how could I ever trust him again? I told him when he confessed to what I thought was everything, that if he lied to me or had held anything back it would be a deal breaker. But I don't want to end it. I love him.
also I am too ill to live alone. I have no one to turn to. He is my carer. I can't manage and house and my son on my own. I am really not well enough. I am not far from a bed in the psych unit again.
He says he hates that I feel trapped, has offered to move out but that's as far as we get then we realise the practicalities of separating are just impossible.
We said from day 1 that if we split we will stay in the house together so I can stay with my son and get the practical help I need. As friends really. I think that's my only option til I get well and find a job again.
I am so scared. How can I get the whole truth out of him without a polygraph, we have no money, and how am I going to handle it when I hear it? How do I handle it if he goes back to saying I know it all? How am I going to handle it if he comes up with something minor and still insists the sex was how he says?
I just want the truth and the strength to deal with it. this has gone on too long.
[This message edited by olwen at 9:38 AM, July 30th (Wednesday)]