I realized I have not updated in a while. It's important for me to keep posting, because I go back and reread what I wrote to remember where I've been and how far I've come. This is where I am at now.
This year, I am focusing on me. Which is harder than it looks, LOL, because I have three little kids and WH is still not technically IMHO in active recovery for his SA. It's pretty ridiculous that it took seven months out for me to see that this has to happen.
So what does that entail? Weekly IC for me, and I just joined a weekly group counseling session as well. Yes, this is on top of the weekly S-Anon meeing I go to. Because if you know my whole story, anybody that has had this done to them is ALL kinds of messed up, no matter how strong they are, and needs serious help. It's expensive, all this therapy and childcare so I can go to this therapy, but it's cheaper than checking me in a looney bin I'm sure and may prevent the expense of divorce. It's taken considerable effort for me to shift my schedule, my kids' schedules, and get babysitting in place to do this. And Lord knows I'd rather use this kind of dough on massages or whatever
but you do what you need to do.
I see the lawyer this week about the first draft on the post nup. I suspect there will be some additions that will need to be made but I am hoping that we can wrap this up in a month. Yup, I still have a large portion of our savings in an account in my name that he has no access to and is not the person who will get access to it if I die unexpectedly.
WH and I had a long discussion, and we are going to buy a house. Before you say WTF, you would have to understand all the particulars of our situation to understand why this is not the worst idea ever.
We rent, and the area is ok but not the best. The schools are ok but not the best. We tried making the school situation better here but there is only so much we can do and while it might not get much better even in a higher ranked, more moneyed district, I doubt it could get worse in moving to that kind of district.
But mostly I need to move for ME and secondarily for US. I don't want to be here any more. I can count the number of times I've been in the basement in 2012 on one hand. I don't want to be there, that is where I had my discovery, where he frequently did his acting out that did not involve live people, and where we had our most difficult discussions late at night post-dday because it was the only place our children cannot hear us. The basement is where the kids used to spend most of their time, and now they don't because I won't go in there. It's stupid to stay here if I don't have to.
But the flip side is it is just as risky to rent as to buy here. Renting costs way more than owning, and rental homes get foreclosed on right and left here, leaving tenants with banks as landlords who don't care and evict them as soon as legally possible. Apartments are not an option because WH does not want to move unless all our kids can get their own room (they've always shared), and there really is no such thing as 4 bedroom apartments, LOL. WH doesn't want to take the rental risks, he'd rather take the owner risks, even if it means we might wind up splitting up in the future. And we can have all that addressed in the post nup so that will not be a future problem.
I know a lot of his thinking is out there, and left to my own devices I might have more seriously considered an apartment/condo and continue to let the kids share just to get them in better schools. But the truth is *I* need us to move to a family neighborhood, where there are kids to play with in walking distance and other SAHMs for me to socialize with. The kids need this as well. WH needs a neighborhood with other couples we can hang out with, and a home that he would be proud to show his coworkers to. Since moving here about 18 months ago, I have had three nonfamily people visit us and he has had none. We've not gone out with other couples at all, only the occasional night out with just us. We have no real support network here. More importantly, *I* have no real support network here.
So if it takes buying a house to do all of this, I'm ok with that. It's going to take at least 2-5 years for me to heal and get over this, regardless of what happens to us or him, and I'm not going to sit in this house here unhappy waiting for that magic moment when it's "right" to change my living situation. So I am going to start looking at houses with a realtor soon, and with any luck we will be moving over the summer.
What is he doing? He has his new IC, and he is a CSAT. He made his first appointment and made a second one for this weekend. He has not made it to a 12 step meeting this year that I know of, but the first week he was coming off Xmas vacation and got slammed with catchup work and the second week his mother and sister were visiting so he didn't have much opportunity to go. So I suppose the proof will be his attendance in the future, but honestly I don't care at the moment.
I've got too much on my plate making all *my* commitments. I've already told him we can't even begin to think about resuming a physical relationship until he is in regular IC/12step/has a recovery and relapse plan in place, so it's out of my hands.
He is being present when at home, being there for me and the kids, etc but honestly I don't think he deserves a medal for that, since that is what a husband is *supposed* to do, should have been doing all along.
I have randomly spot checked his email and GPS'd the car, no suspicious activity that I know of. He could of course have other means to act out but I have to trust they will be revealed to me somehow if I need to know. He appears remorseful but I would not say the remorse is on par with the gravity of his actions. But honestly if one could truly understand the gravity of those actions, one would be inclined to shoot themselves in the face.
He has to go on his journey of recovery and to deal entirely with what he has done to ME at this stage in his recovery would probably destroy him. I am ok with that delay as long as he is actively making the journey to get there.
There is no real active animosity at home, we cuddle, we parent, we live our lives. I of course struggle with my demons, still have trouble sleeping, still have random moments of anger and such, but I'm getting better and stronger every day. I am trying to live in the present, and not miss my kids growing up or try not to impact their lives negatively as much as I can with what has happened. It ain't perfect but it's a hell of a lot better than it was six or seven months ago.
And that's where I'm at. IDK if it gives anyone else hope, but it gives ME hope. I will survive. And eventually I WILL thrive in spite of this. One way or another.