Thank you for the replies and I see several from my previous time on SI who all were so helpful with their advice. It was always much appreciated.
The past few years have been hard. Moving to another state and being away from friends and my daughter makes it worse. I do go to NY several times a year, often for medical appts for my diabetic son and my own routine check ups and dentist visits. WH retired from his city job and had been told supposedly our insurance was good in the new state. It's not and he has refused to make any changes.
His retirement means he's home. All. The. Time. The only thing that gets him out is the fur baby I adopted 2 years ago. During summer he consumes himself with the yard, in autumn it's leaf clean up. Now that's all done and the only other thing to have him out would be snow. It also means a fixed income and though he said he would work PT once here he has no intention of doing so. Work that needs to be done in the home just isn't happening. It's frustrating.
I still do all the house cleaning, marketing, cooking, laundry, driving my son to and from his university several times a week (he doesn't have a license yet and the way people drive here I honestly don't mind that). In nice weather I talk walks along trails in a nearby park which brings me calming and peace. I have become good friends with my neighbor and confided a lot in her, and we have lunch/shopping dates.
I pretty much have been doing the Gray Rock Method without following a guideline but tick off all the boxes such as brief answers, nodding or shrugging, not sharing things, absolutely no physical contact, and keeping to myself as much as possible. Birthdays and anniversaries are just another day.
He was never formally diagnosed as a narcissist but he more than checks every box. I've read enough and watched enough videos and podcasts to relate to all of it. My therapist based upon what I would tell her insists he is a textbook
narc. Going to therapy is out of the question for him, he doesn't think he's ever at fault, it's always someone else in his eyes.
I have no access to his deferred comp. His pension check goes into the checking account and I do have a debit card (had to fight for years for that) and savings isn't much. Two weeks before my mom passed I fell down the entire flight of stairs at home, the following year my beloved pup ran full speed zoomie right into my knee causing a severe injury as well as what seems to be a fractured wrist. He blew off both injuries making me out to be a drama queen. My leg still gives me pain, a brace is needed some days, and it was never examined primarily because of the insurance issue. I couldn't put any weight on it for 5 weeks, couldn't take the stairs and that enraged him because he sleeps on the couch. I was told I had just decided to lay around for over a month and my cane I needed at the time was thrown down to the basement.
Shortly afterward my tele-therapy, thanks to new restrictions from NY was forced to end along with my prescription for anti anxiety meds. I do have a stockpile and try to use them sparingly. My best friend who had been my rock for years decided the same day I heard about that to back off because she couldn't handle hearing about him anymore. She thinks he is a monster. I was very hurt by that move and pulled away from her for quite a while. Our communication has slowly picked up again but I no longer have the previous support. I have felt very much alone.
With no help on the homefront and having to drive my son which I receive no help with either, laundry and errands my days are pretty full. His have withered down to nothing more than walks with the dog and playdates she has with a neighbors Rottie. At one time he worked, played reffed and coached hockey, was having his A, went out to bars bbqs and concerts whenever he felt like it, played softball and was doing whatever he wanted. I was told then and now that I do nothing. Often as I am getting dinner prepared and going to commute to get my son as WH has his feet on the coffee table, fireplace on and watching TV. It's infuriating and he believes the bullshit he spews.
Divorce would be a blessing. I have never heard one person who managed to escape a toxic marriage say they regret it. If anything they have peace and are happy. I just can't find a way to do it, the numbers don't support it. The thought of someday being an empty nester with him fills me with dread. It is a terrible situation and I feel painted into a corner. Yes I had spoken to an attorney during discovery but aside from not having 10 grand for a retainer, I for some idiotic reason wanted to try and salvage what is a disaster of a marriage.
Stupid choice, among many others, made by me as I was reeling. It would be my number one advice to any newbies, get distance immediately and give yourself time to absorb and be able to think straight. Decisions made in haste at such a highly emotional time aren't good or thought out properly.