Hey guys, it's been about a month, and I'm back with an update. We're settling into our new community, and I y new job.
I've gotten my daughter into counseling at school. She has given me detailed reports of "flashbacks" of seeing the AP and my WH together, but they are slowly beginning to subside. Still, I will not allow her to go back to church, even to see her friends, as my husband (my God, I still can't believe it) finishes up his preaching rotation.
He still minimizes. Takes more responsibility for the pain he's caused us. The weekend after we moved, he wanted to know why I had been sad since the day before the move. My daughter then went on to describe her flashbacks and how she had seen it all for over a year and told no one. I hated watching her suffer, but to watch his face turn beet red as she talked about her experience, uncoached, was strangely validating. I wanted to shout, "SEE?? IT'S NOT MY IMAGNIATION!" I did say something like that later, but it was more calm, cool, and collected - read the 180, have been employing it.
The 180 has been a lifesaver. For the first time in my life, I've been able to speak to him in a calm, mature manner, and tell him it doesn't matter if he chooses me ... I might not want to choose him anymore. I consider spending all his time with single (or divorced) women, to whom he has no problem telling them he loves them (BTW - found more women in his phone!!), to be a betrayal of his vows. Love, honor, cherish ... bullshit. I'm done. I keep thinking about the months that led up to DDay and how nasty he was to live with, how vigorously he defended his lifestyle choices, and I think ... wow. It really was all about his ego. NOTHING was about me or the kids, and it hasn't been for a long time.
Hey, I'm not saying we haven't had fun. I still love him. But he has issues, and I can't let him act like a child for the rest of his life, suppress/deny his feelings (I'm really sorry, but no one spends this much time with someone they are counseling, and why are the counselees always needy women??), and let him walk all over me.
Tonight he pouted because he had to go preach alone (I really don't care if he talks to the flirty women anymore, and with him having left and not being able to get his family to come to church with him, I doubt he's super-appealing to anyone). I was "mean" to him on the phone home (I was a little short because he's not holding up his end of the bargain with some aspects of the move), and "no one tells him what to do."
I can't stand it. I know he's hurt, but ... I think we're hurt more. And he needs to grow up. I still don't know what to do financially ... he's told me he'll take whatever I leave him if we split. I'm so angry. I've gotten him to enroll in therapy ... which is a small miracle because he's never liked me going or believed in it (Though I see the logic - why see licensed professionals when you could "counsel" with a man of god like him???). He is depressed, and I am ashamed to say I watched him the first month for suicide.
We've talked about it since, and he admits he was, but can't leave behind the family who relies on him.
The angry part of me just wants him to go and leave us the money. The human part of me that fell in love with him and still deeply cares wants to see him better. I know his dad f*cked with his mind when he was a kid, and I see a lot of this as a direct result of his dad's problems. I can't let them become my children's problems, though.
Sad lately. Just ... very sad. Some days are normal and we sit around and analyze my new boss, co-workers, everything about the move and our dreams, like nothing had ever happened and we're still the best of friends. And then other days are like this. I've reduced contact with my mom and dad because they seem to make the situation worse for me. Need to find a new therapist now that I've left behind my old one, but those sessions have been very helpful. The old IC was very proud of me and supportive. It was wonderful to hear someone validating my thoughts and emotions, and not telling me I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion, or it was my fault, or I just had to forgive him because that's what marriage is. Nope - she was just worried I could find a healthy way to cope in the relationship - even if that meant leaving.
Again, I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet. The transition has been a godsend, and yet at the same time very difficult. Not much emotional support at work (not that I'm not keenly aware of how fast that could go bad if I start looking for that there), and my WH has been kind and attentive during his good days. All the things I'm (still) furious at him for being to the women in our old community, while coming home and hissing at me for having dreams of my own.
I don't know how this one is going to end, but I do know that I'm stronger every day. I've never been as proud of myself for having the courage to tell him that he can tell me all he wants that he's "committed", but it's my call in the end what I'll tolerate.
Ok, he's up and walking around. Maybe I'm a little more nervous than I'd like to admit. LOL Goodnight - this website is still my safe space. I read all the time. Don't want him to know yet.