Belrix, a couple of questions…
Do I really want to stay together? Not really
Do I love her? Yes, but maybe not in that way anymore. I dunno.
Do I trust her? No. I don’t trust her to stay faithful and I don’t trust her moneywise, either.
Do I think I can make it work? Yes, if I sacrifice my self-worth.
Strangely, I can imagine what it’ll be like without her and it’s not all bad. I worry stongly for my kids. Last week, in the days before payday, we had nearly no food in the house and she was out of cash again. I worry my kids might be hungry in her care. Friday was payday and today, Tuesday, she has $74 left in her account. She just “borrowed” $100 from my account, the supposed family account, so she could go shopping for clothing for an interview. I paid $100 last month on my personal credit card toward her cell phone bill so it wasn’t shut off.
I know I can’t stay with her just for the kids’ sakes - they’d eventually see the sham and feel at fault for being the reason we’d stay together. I’ve counseled a close friend with an alcoholic wife that his kids need a stable home more than they need two parents in the home. I know this is true but it’s hard to apply when it’s your own kids.
PunditLisa, I’m with you on the nostalgia. Hindsight is not 20/20 - it’s a way of filtering reality to see what you want to see.
I practice a form of music therapy as I drive down the road. I find that I focus on different things in music as my mood changes. Way back, I remember playing the hell out of Styx’s “Lady” when I was in love:
Lady when I’m with you I’m smiling
Give me all your love
Your hands build me up when I’m sinking
Touch me and my troubles all fade
Some mornings it’s angry music, some mornings it’s peaceful music. This morning I found myself with Billy Joel:
Well so here I am at the end of the road
Where do I go from here?
I always figured it would be like this
Still nothing seems to be quite clear
All the words have been spoken and the prophecy fulfilled
But I just can’t decide where to go
Yes, it’s been quite a day and I should go to sleep
But tomorrow I will wake up and I’ll know
That I’ve got to begin again
Though I don’t know how start
Yes, I’ve got to begin again
And it’s hard
…
And despite all the truth that’s been thrown in my face
I just can’t get you out of my mind
…
Yes, I’ve got to begin again
And it’s hard
“Despite all the truth that’s been thrown in my face” for sure. Up until Saturday, I was sure what *she *wanted, even if thought I didn’t know what I wanted. Now I find that I’m scared about becoming closer to my wife again. I’ve got some distance I’ve been maintaining and I feel better for it, even though it means, figuratively, pushing her back a bit over the past couple days. I fear that if were to dive back into this shit-pile, re-invest my feelings and effort, I’d just get kicked in the balls again. Agreeing to separate is, in its way, liberating.
eleanorigby, I agree. I would be easier if we had obvious reasons to divorce. If she really succeeded in cheating on me, if she abused the kids. We’ve faded away over time, I guess. My parents reminded me that during their last visit, a year ago, I was complaining about the amount of time she spent out of the house with her friends. Doesn’t seem that long ago but it’s been a year.
I find myself envying my friend above with the alcoholic wife - at least her overt problem is obviously detrimental to her kids & husband.
Bit-by-bit the marriage has unraveled. I told my parents yesterday that I can’t return to the marriage under the same rules as before. I told them that I can’t return to the marriage we had even two-years ago. And I can’t wind back the clock to who she and I once were.
Much as I hate to admit it, I think I’m done.