Got back Sunday after my first weekend of our new alternating-weekends-with-the-kids schedule. I’m home maybe an hour. And the ground floor of our house FLOODS.
The entire level is covered with 1.5-2 inches of water in a matter of an hour or two. I’m thinking, ok, this isn’t a real flood - but it is. We had to get the water pumped out, move everything (all 4 kids’ bedrooms and a big living area, utility and storage room, most of the furniture is ruined). It’s foing to be 1-2 months before we can all live there again. We removed the baseboards today - mold. Even though we had dehumidifiers running since as soon as the water was out. So we have to rip ou all the lower parts of the walls to ensure we get it ll and it doesn’t spread.
This makes doing a separation really hard. We have to communicate regularly- almost hourly, about the house. WH took January off work post Dday (Dec 24) so he could have time to “work through things”. Meanwhile, I support the family and earn 4x him. I’m a professional with my own practice and can’t just quit for a month. (It REALLY pisses me off that he takes of work to deal with a nightmare of his own creation while I’m the innocent party here and am working my butt off to support our family and maintain my professional reputation.)
Anyhow, so he’s able to be around to deal with the house - but he is so CLUELESS when it comes to anything building and construction related. I am not. I grew up touring construction sites with my dad as a hobby. Boy am I thankful for that now. Anyhow, he can execute but I have to make all the decisions and give him direction.
I’d initiated on a two month separation to create time to wrap my head around what is going on. My world shattered less than two weeks before my house flooded.
How am I supposed to set and keep and enjoy the boundaries I established amid this mess?
I’d insisted that I stay in the house with the kids while he lives out. Now my poor kids have no sanctuary to retreat to. I’m scrambling to find furnished rentals for the month but I know that now more than ever my kids need home. Their room, their stuff.
I saw my IC today, who is great. I really credit her for her role in getting me to the place so when Dday happened I was prepared to meet it with strength, resolve and a clear head. (Lots of emotional and verbal abuse these past several years).
Talking to her I realized that WH is saying a lot of nice things, doing a lot of helpful things, but really behind it all he’s only concerned about how this is going to affect him. He’s not concerned about or attuned to my pain. He just wants to know when iI’m getting over it so he can have his life back.
Well, F that.
Meanwhile, he often devolves into a sobbing mess. I want to scream at him that he has no right to cry in front of me. I keep it together. I cry alone or with my friends and family. He has no right to lay that at my feet. All the pain and loss he feels - well, I feel it too.
But I had no idea it was coming - I was hurting already from the abuse, but this betrayal blindsided me. And it went on for so long - back even to when things were good with us.
We had a miniDday before this in 2015. (I didn’t learn even a fraction of the truth.). I fell apart, he seemed genuinely remorseful, I believed him. He said all the good words. We went to MC.
We were in MC for over a year. It became a “both sides” thing. He pointed the finger t me so much, andI worked so hard, so earnestly. Looking back, knowing that he’d been seeing hookers the whole time we were in MC, I really feel like he went beyond lying and was just plain cruel. He knew what he was doing. He saw how hard I was working. And had the gall to say it was all my fault.
So for that, I don’t think I can forgive. and now he’s saying all the things again to try to make this right. But I’ve heard it all before. I’ve wasted 20 years on him. I don’t want to wait around for him to get it together.
Wow, this is a very long post. I just had the hardest thing in my life happen, then a second really hard thing that just complicates the first. I’m struggling to maintain my boundaries and not get sucked in as his support for the pain he caused himself. F that. I need to do me.
[This message edited by babayaga at 1:19 AM, January 10th (Thursday)]