by
ankypank
@ 2008-08-12 - 12:18:27
I've been naughty, but I'm not sorry. I was getting incredibly frustrated that G wouldn't talk to me properly. She has been clearly very bothered about something (or things) but just stares into space or gets snappy with me. My endeavors to get to the heart of the issue receive short shrift and I am accused of being an annoying nagbag. She says she doesn't know how she feels. All I really want to do is understand. So, I watched her chat with her ex-boyfriend yesterday. I could see everything she said.
I'm glad I did.
Finally, some clarity. She's been lying about not knowing what she feels. She knows perfectly well. Well enough to discuss it with her ex in some detail. It starts with "I can't bear it any more" swiftly followed by "he's always hen pecking at me". The conversation is clearly a continuation of an earlier chat. Asking her ex what she should do she says she's just worried about the kids, and that "the thought of living in a monkey house and claiming benefits makes me feel sick, but I'm really not happy".
Ahhh. Clarity at last. If only she could be honest about these things with me instead of just pacifying me or worse still drawing me into insecurity and frustration. She definitely wants to split with me, saying "if I knew I could manage financially I'd be gone" and "if someone came along who was nice to me I'd be gone". Then the truth about the last 'n' years of our marriage... "maybe I'm better off brushing it all under the carpet and pretending its all alright like I normally do".
Her negative attitude to me is evident too. "I know he won't make it easy for me...he fuels my anxiety...he said he'd fight me for custody {I didn't!}...he knows all the weazle ways". The funny thing is that I always knew she wanted to divorce, deep down. In fact on my drive home last night I was thinking about life after divorce. I was assuring myself that I would be a nice divorcee - not angry, hateful, spiteful or negative. I wanted to make sure my kids were well supported, that they lived with their mum (since that's what G wants), that I saw them regularly and that I will always be a good friend to G - there when she needs someone. At the same time she was describing me in these very negative terms. This is a reasonable basis for a split - such off-target criticism. I don't think I deserve them.
Some bombshells from when we got married... she said "when you get married and the vicar says is there anyone who thinks there is a reason why these 2 people should not be together or whatever he says, I wish someone would have piped up and saved me" and "I was on the phone to mum crying a week before my wedding saying I can't call it off now everyones on their way to the weeding venue". Nice to know our marriage is built on strong foundations! How refreshing to finally have the truth though.
She will be better off without me "to be honest I think I would grow if I was on my own"
Then something that made me feel really used - really quite sick actually... "I'll spend all his money first, then go. better book myself in for plastic surgery... I'm nice really, I wouldn't do that". I'm not sure what she would and wouldn't do anymore.
"I just wish he loved me really Am I so hard to love?" - no she's not. I love her and have been trying to show her for years. Then the reiteration of what she's told me - we have issues, but we can't discuss them because I go on too much... "cos he will go on and on all night... what you could say in one sentance he will take ten years to say...old woman...under my breath I'm going just shut up!"
So, I am guilty of intruding on the privacy of my wife and I'm glad I did it. How refreshing it is to have such clarity. How much better I feel for knowing where I stand. I was honest with her - I told her I had spied on her and she pretty much just started crying. It was pretty intense, but I was quite surprised by my own reaction - I was calm, honest, open and constructive (as best I could be). The kids were still up having dinner so I had to be calm for their sake (they have no idea that there is a problem).
We spent the whole evening chatting over pizza. Of course she came out with generally reassuring noises - she didn't mean the stuff about the wedding apparently - she was just scared of my mum (they really didn't get on back then, and still don't really). As for the rest - its pretty much true. She's not sure if she wants a split or not. She says she still loves me. I still love her. She needs time to think it all through.
To be honest I'm not sure what the problem is. She said that she has only felt this strongly the last couple of days and that she is hormonal right now... but it doesn't explain the strength of feeling. I feel a bit more unsettled again now because she wasn't able to be completely frank with me as to whether she wants to split or not. I know its not all her decision, but I have been really quite happy lately (St Johns Wort working a treat! helped with this palava considerably I reckon!) and as a family we are better off than ever. One issue that keeps raising its head is that G feel's she is not a 'person' anymore - just a stay-at-home mum. I said that she'd been begging to give up work for years until she finally did in in 2006. Ever since she's been pining after a life that doesn't so closely resemble hell! Will she ever be happy? I don't think so. With me or without me, unless she marries a millionaire, she'll have the same issues. I proposed to try to help her with this if that would improve the situation. She's not sure. Why am I being so damned accommodating? After some of the stuff she said?
Anyway, this morning I was all lovey-dovey with her and I regret it. Things don't go away like that. She's probably just going to brush it all under the carpet again - that would not be appropriate. The best thing I can do is leave her alone. Give her space and let her think things through over a couple of days. I'm going to see my best friend on Thursday so that'll be helpful for me. Meanwhile I need to get through the next couple of nights without hassling her (preferably not being around her at all).
In typical love-sick style I dwell on all these things. Its unhealthy and unproductive, but its all I've got. Focusing on anything is hard right now.
I really wonder what happens next. Really, I do.