This touches on something for me, but I'm not sure how to articulate it. Only recently have I become aware of our ability to "put" people in our lives in a certain place within our reality.
I saw it more clearly in another poster when replies indicated a question of 'moving' the person in your mind.
I was aware in my previous marriage (in which I was the WW at the exit) that I was relegated to a "place" in the life of my ex (not an ex at this time I'm speaking of). That this place of former mutual respect, had, over time, been replaced with resentment.
I had spent years trying to steer him back to the respect, but during these years I had 1 child that died at 10 days (he did, too), 1 miscarriage, and 2 children to add to my workload, a new home, our company merging with another, 2 inlaws passing, my father having heart bypass.
We both were beset on all sides with pressure, and I turned to him for comfort which he was unable or unwilling to give. He had become more selfish and spending money like no tomorrow, yet he balked when I suggested him getting a 2nd job or helping me more in the house (he did a little more finally).
I tried to do this feeling alone, no one to talk to, to understand, and he did not want to go to counseling. I think now his resentment grew to such a point that by the time D-Day for him struck (it was the same day I asked for a divorce) - that I felt he and our M was beyond repair.
I did not want to stay and work on things, because I was exhausted from working on them for years to no avail. I was in a place of calm and peace in asking for D. I would rather him not have been in such pain, but I felt anyone in my place would have given up before now. There was no way to tell him he needed to detach without him going through pain...although I suspect a lot of his pain wasn't about me -- it was about losing his home, his wife (face for society's sake), his children (he wasn't a terribly good caregiver later), his whole life was crumbling.
Hindsight might tell me that maybe before the A, we should have tried separation, but I wasn't really under any delusions of marrying the AP - I just backed off everything to get my head on straight.
It felt it was taking everything I had to keep the calm I had to work hard to keep, support our children, hold down our home (after he broke door facings and such) -- I had nothing left to give him, and even if I could have helped him, he saw every. single. crack. as a way back in, and that was NOT what I wanted at this time -- we both were too broken and I just made it pure hell for him.
I genuinely wanted him to reject me, because I truly felt it would be much less painful than living with him. I didn't want to be responsible for ANYONE else's happiness at this point. I just wanted to get through this ocean of crap I created, and I couldn't rely on him. He'd already proved that on numerous occasions that I had asked for help.
I don't want this kind of drama.
The kind of heart/gut-wrenching sadness I experienced as a result of WH calling his old girlfriend, at first, I could not cope with the feeling of rejection. I completely shut down until he explained 'what happened.' I am 15 months out, and still vacillate, although I think I will eventually offer R.
I guess still being here is a sort of R. If I allow it, there is this pool of pure pain that I occasionally stick my toe in, that causes me to rethink my vacillation on staying/going.
Crave rejection? Not me. Life is too short for me now. I'd rather move on than experience any more pain than I already have.