Thank you, you are all an invaluable source of support for me right now and I am so very grateful. Even being able to type out my thoughts and feelings, is somewhat therapeutic.
Well he is still not home, it was supposed to be last saturday, then it was today and now the guy feeding the dogs has said he is back Friday. So who knows, he is obviously in no rush to come back and see his son or face reality.
I didn't cry as much yesterday, but today I am very down again, as the reality of my situation continues to kick in. As I am still here in our village, everything is a constant reminder. I went for a walk earlier just to get some fresh air and I have no choice but to pass the village pub. It was'nt so long ago that we spent time there laughing, joking and enjoying a bottle of wine and a meal. I remembered him pushing the hair back off my face and telling me how beautiful I was and how he loved to see me laugh. He stayed at my house that night and after we had made love I lay on his chest and began to sob, but laugh too. He asked me why I was crying and i replied, 'because I love you so much' he held me tight and told me he loved me so much too. I was just so overwhelmed with how much I loved him and remember thinking, 'we made it through the bad times'
I sat on the bench as I was suddenly taken over by uncontrollable sobs, the pain almost too much to describe. At that moment, all I wanted was his arms around me telling me it would all be ok, that he had simply been working, that there was no other woman.
I think for the first couple of days, i didnt really accept that this was real and if it was, then maybe he had just taken someone out for dinner. But as time passes and he keeps delaying coming home, reality is setting in, he must have real feelings for her.
I am so lost, I miss him more than words could ever say. Im going through the self blame at the moment, if only I had let him stay over when he wanted to. If only i had shown him more attention, if only i had lost weight, not had ptsd, enjoyed the party lifestyle more. If only I had been what she is now.
i am experiencing so many emotions, pain, hurt, betrayal, longing, fleeting anger, frustration but most of all a terrible emptiness and sense of loss.
I know that if the tables were turned, I would feel wretched to know he was in such a bad way, not eating, crying, in so much pain. No man could mean enough to me to stop me running back to him, to reassure him and ease his pain. To know how strong his love was for me, my heart would drive me to get in the car and go to him.
The same questions are going over and over in my mind. Is this just a fling, can we ever be happy again after this. Am i being unreasonable since we were living apart. Does he love me? have I been strung along? Do I go and talk to him when he returns to maybe get some answers as to what is going on, or do I not contact him?
If I go and speak to him, I will be able to tell whether he still loves me and this is a fling as i know him too well. But i am also afraid of looking into his eyes and being faced with the cold hard truth. Some friends have said, you need to go talk to him to get some answers, you deserve that. Others have said F*** him and dont contact him. All are well meaning with their advice, but it is so conflicting.
When I went to his house to check on the dogs 2 days ago, I looked at his filthy, sad home, his bed on the sofa, his clothes and dog hair everywhere. He was definitely living in an absolute pig sty, one which he found too overwhelming to clean. I believe he was depressed. Over the past 3 months he stopped drinking so much, lost weight and although he was up one minute, down the next, I felt encouraged.
I remebered 4 weeks ago when he was sick and I went out and bought him soup, new bedding, medicines and looked after him. One evening his heating broke down and I drove for hours in the snow at night trying to find some 24 hour store to get him a heater. I said he was welcome to stay at my house, but he was playing the martyr and i suspect having lengthy phone conversations with her.
While I was there, i spotted his t shirt and picked it up, I held it to my face and slid down to the floor crying, inhaling his scent and begging God to bring him back to me. I snuggled up with the dogs and like an idiot, was talking to them, even asking them to help bring daddy back.
I think I mentioned in a previous post (could have been on a different site) that I sent a facebook message to the woman that my son had shown me photo's of as 'dads girlfriend' I wasnt rude or insulting, I just asked he as a woman and a mother, had she any idea what pain my sons and I were suffering. She replied to me saying 'I think you have the wrong person, I have not slept with anyone but my husband in 8 years, I am sorry you seem to have issues right now and am here if you would like to talk or contact these helplines and she sent me links to Relate etc. I was going to respond to her as I was shocked by her reply and needed to know what was going on, but she had blocked me. So either something is amiss or she is so terribly cold, hard and nasty.
I know my husband very well obviously and as such, i know that he is rather immature for his age (49) and loves drama. He is also easily led to a certain degree and will not be thinking of the consequences. The fact he has dropped his beloved son, who he lives for, tells me that he is not living in reality. He is shall we say 'an aquired taste' and is not very popular around where we live, he is the kind of guy people cross the road to avoid. He is loud, often acts impulsively and lacks restraint, he also thrives on drama. When he has been drinking he is a nightmare and often gets in fights, he doesnt have the best reputation. But on the other hand, he is funny at times, his impulsiveness can be endearing and I love him. My mum used to laugh and say 'my God, no one else would put up with him, you deserve a medal' because he is so sociable he makes friends easily, but loses them just as fast. I have been the one constant in his life, along with his elderly parents who often despair of him, but love him dearly.
Since he started the company, 'friends' in the pub have used him for money, taken advantage of his kindness and hang around him because he buys all their drinks.
One minute he can be on a total high, the life and soul and the next day so low he cries in my arms.
Im not sure why I am writing all this, other than in the hope someone may be able to shed some light or offer advice, along with the fact it helps me to write it all down.
I am guessing that he must just have been paid a few thousand pounds for a couple of cases and knowing him, he will be treating her like a queen. Jewellery, the finest restaurants, cocktail bars, clothes, anything he thinks will please her. But I also know that this doesnt last and next week he could have not a penny, he is frivolous with money and it burns a hole in his pocket. I have no doubt whatsoever that he is leading a double life, giving her the impression that he is a well off, successful businessman. But the company is so young and much of what we earned has to be ploughed back in. he lives hand to mouth, for example when he gets a case, he takes me to eat out everynight, buys our son expensive gifts and spend £200 on aftershave, with no thought to what will happen next week. Then within days he askes me for £10 to put gas on his meter and to buy him dog food. All part of his irresponsibility.
BUT and this is a big but, I knew what he was from the start and I like to think i have been his stabilising influence. This is why he always turns to me when things are not going good for him. He knows the 'good ole Missus' will always be there for him.
I hope my rambing has shed a little more light on our situation and thank you for taking the time to read this and for any replies.