I like your questions cornucopia. They prompt me to self reflect and provide insight from the over side of the pond so to speak so do please continue.
You are right. I need to make myself and my needs a priority as well and in doing so, I hope to be the woman my H deserves. I can tell he’s internalizing things in the same regard to be the man he wants to be but also trying to be a better husband as well.
For years I put my children and my husband above me. And I’m some ways I most definitely created the issues by doing this. When I spoke about this need to find me, foenixRising, not the Mom, the wife, the bad dream chaser, the rule enforcer, the maid, the laundry lady, the playmate, the anything of me before motherhood my H encouraged me to do so but in my own time. My needs of adult conversation, affection, appreciation, self care... they were mine to make and I never did. I tried but they were never a priority bc there was so much else to do. While I did reach out for help and expressed my unhappiness, it wasn’t taken seriously and I started dreaming of a divorce. Literally thinking how nice it would be to only have to clean, cook, care for my kids part time and have a weekend to myself occasionally. I found myself relating to and understanding the moms that lost their shit and left their families. The thought comforted me on my worst days. For two years I tried to hold everything together while it all was falling apart. I expressed all of this to my BS and everytime he’d say he’d work on it and didn’t. I went to counseling, took antidepressants, encouraged BS to come with me and was continuously ignored. I asked for a divorce a year ago. Was told we couldn’t afford it. From there I knew I needed to get my shit together and prepare to leave. Looked for a job... started getting my ducks in a row. Enough was enough. Then the A with BS’s (and my) close friend happened. It’s funny now when I look back... AP’s wife knew things weren’t great. She told AP and through this past conversation about BS texting with AP, I found out BS had also told AP we weren’t doing great. And that is when AP reaches out. He knew that BS and I had not been intimate in years. He knew that I wanted intimacy bc his wife had told him! Looking back I can’t decide if I was just that fucking dumb to really think this A was fate and true love or if in some ways it was premeditated by AP. I struggle with that. And I think that’s the biggest part of me I need to figure out. Like I know how I got there but I’m not sure how I was ok with my betrayal.
But, while I continue to hate what I’ve done, parts of me are glad bc BS and I hit rock bottom and are trying to build back up. And now, BS is supportive of my need for me and makes time and takes over half of everything else so that I can work, I’m back in school, I’m getting out with friends. Now I am still mom, wife, launderer, house keeper, bad dream chaser, all that, but so is he. I’m also Foenix, an artist who makes time to paint, a teacher that works with autistic students, and grad student. Those are things that I want for me and they are now a priority for my whole family. Even my boys have stepped up to the plate to make moms load less so foenix can rise.
I don’t know what will happen in my marriage or that we’ll be able to fix us but I will have myself to fall back on this time if we can’t and I’m not going down without a fight and for the first time I FEEL like my H is fighting too. I reflect back now to how forward I looked (dreamt) to have a weekend to myself if we D. That makes me so sad. I don’t want to ever go a day without seeing my kids and can’t believe I ever thought way. I am much more the woman I want to be today then I was a year ago.
Does that make sense and answer your question? And thank you for the hugs! They’re very appreciated and warm.