BBM, you are fighting back!! It is like pregnancy, the baby is growing inside, but nobody sees the baby, it is not ready to come out yet. Like when you are fighting, struggling inside your head, unable to take much action, but when it is time, the struggle in your heart and mind will allow the action to come out - you are healing enough for the action to become manifest.
Every step you take, be proud. These are muscles you are using you have not used in a long time. But as you use them more and more, they will become stronger. YOU will become stronger.
When I was growing up, we had no heat or electric as my drunken dad had run off with the money. I was a kid, I survived, I got past it. It was sort of an adventure.
I do not think it is silly you want that word love from him. You gave him your heart, your love, you gave him yourself - of course you want your heart, your love, yourself to be acknowledged, to be accepted and seen.
But he is in too much of a mess to see it. I know that hurts, but he is just in too much of a mess.
Try to be a mother to yourself now. Try to give yourself the love, the care, the gentleness you want from him. Start to love and care for yourself.
I know how painful it is to watch all the things you have given,bought for somebody then be used for another. Believe me, I know that knife.
I helped him and his kids get their first house. He promised never another woman. Six months later, he is fucking the OW in the very house I helped him to rent, in the same bed I helped him buy. In the same room he said would only be for him and me. I helped my WBF purchase his first car in his life.
Then I learned his kids didn't even want me sitting in it! He was on my insurance to make his lower! If it were not for me, his kids wouldn't have had a car for him to drive them everywhere in (a bus? never! We are too good for bus transport! Must have dad drive us everywhere,no matter how exhausted he is after work and would help him by using public transport!) But nobody knew that! Once I was used, I was discarded. This second car is the same. I helped there too. But when he talked about the car to a stranger, it is all about how HE got the car, completely forgets how much I helped, he couldn't have gotten it without me.
Yes, I understand how hard it is to let go - you are letting go of yourself in a way - all the care you gave him, all the time - you have to let it go. It is like a death. Accepting death. It is so hard to do.
But from death there always comes new life. It has happened since the world began, new life comes again. And it will come to you again too. And new life is beautiful, wonderful, exciting, fresh. It will all come to you.
Giving you strength, BBM. Giving you strength.