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After an aborted attempt at a house move in August (lost our buyer so I lost the house I was buying), I felt very low.  I was hanging on, believing that I only had a few more weeks to get through so when it all fell through, it hit me really hard and I felt both physically and emotionally exhausted.  I had trouble concentrating on anything, work was a struggle, and day-to-day living under the same roof with my STBEx became an even more stressful experience.

Now we have another buyer and I have made an offer on another house, which has been accepted.  Our buyers want to move quickly so I’ve said we’ll vacate even if my purchase hasn’t gone through but I’m just hoping that somehow it all comes together at the same time.  The whole situation is giving me sleepless nights – made worse by the fact that it’s been two years since I’ve had a bed to sleep in and I’m on the sofa or in my daughter’s bed.  In the middle of the night, my thoughts run wild with all sorts of problems and scenarios racing through my mind.  Then the next day, I’m exhausted and feel down, negative, anxious, all of which is made worse by extreme tiredness.  Then because I’m a fighter, and an optimist, my mood lifts and I feel positive and happy – it’s a rollercoaster.

Living in the same house as the person you’re divorcing is a surreal experience, made difficult by the fact that he blames me for everything. Sometimes he speaks to me as if everything is normal, then there’s a hugh blow up, then there’s the silent treatment, and so the cycle continues.  Somehow I manage to detach from this – most of the time anyway.  I much stronger than I used to be.  But I don’t have a home I can relax in.  I spend my days outside the house, but then I can’t get on with my life properly.  It’s not easy to say the least.  I feel as if I’m a ghost in my own life.

But despite this I’m relatively happy.  There are lots of positives in my life.  Although I have my dark days, and although they are becoming more frequent, I hold on to the hope that sometime next year, and sooner rather than later, I will be in my own place and my daughters and I (and our new addition, my daughter’s dog) will be living the life that we want: a life that is not controlled by someone else’s anger and abuse, in a happy home where there is fun and laughter, and family and friends are welcome.

In the meantime, to keep myself sane, I enjoy socialising, reading, writing, walking in the park, yoga and pilates, holidays and…

Dancing with another.

 

My youngest daughter was unhappy the other day.  I asked her why and she told me that dad had been acting aggressively and she’d been scared.  I still don’t know the exact details but he had been drinking and apparently locked her in the back garden for 45 minutes because she spilt some sugar.  When my eldest daughter got in from work, he had face cream smeared on his face like tribal paint.

We we need to be out of this situation as soon as possible. The house sale and my new purchase are moving far too slowly, in fact no progress seems to be being made.  He has made offers on five properties and withdrawn all of them.  He’s on various medication and is drinking on top of that. Yesterday his drinking started at 10 o’clock in the morning.  It is evident to me that he is depressed.

I can’t have my daughter scared when he is with her but I need to go out to work. So I had no choice but to confront him. I asked him what had happened the day before. He got angry and warned me not to start. I pointed out that I wasn’t ‘starting’ but had simply asked him a question. I was calm. He wouldn’t tell me. I said that she had been scared and that was unacceptable and that he should consider the effect of his actions on and the feelings of his children.  He told me I was ‘high and mighty’ and that I had ‘put the events in motion’, that I was ‘to blame’ by filing for divorce.  At one time, I would have been enraged by this and fought back, but I no longer care. I know the truth. I’d made my point and I hoped that a little part of it would sink in and cause him to reconsider his behaviour.

Our elder daughter says she never wants to see him again. If he’s not careful, our younger daughter will take the same line.  And I think that’s sad because I might not want him as my husband but he is still their father.

Our younger daughter has said she would like me to meet someone else. She realises that this has not been a proper relationship, she says she thinks of me as single, feels I deserve more and, as she put it, she doesn’t want me ‘to die alone’!  I’m glad she recognises that the relationship is not ‘normal’.

Yesterday my my daughters went shopping together. They bought me a dress and a card with a lovely message of encouragement and support in it because they recognise that I have been feeling down. And they’re right: the days when I’m feeling low are becoming more and more frequent. But when I stayed at a friend’s place while they were on holiday, I quickly bounced back to my normal self so I know that this is only temporary. But I’m fed up with feeling tired and stressed when I’m in my own home.  It wasn’t until I was away that I realised how my body is in a permanent state of fight or flight and this can’t be any good for me.

The situation is driving me crazy.

But hopefully it won’t be long.

And in the meantime I can continue…

Dancing with another.

Like I said in my last post, I’ve learnt a lot about myself over the last few weeks.

I’ve realised how the impact of the controlling relationship I’ve been in filters into other interactions.  I’ve been ‘trained’ not to make others angry. I don’t even spend my time trying to please people; instead I spend my time trying to take actions that will not make them angry.

For example, I’m staying with a friend at the moment and while they were at work I decided to fry myself some steak.  In the past, they’ve told me not to wash the pan, but I was frying steak and I wanted to wash the pan. And I couldn’t decide whether they would be angry if I washed the pan or angry if didn’t wash the pan and I agonised over what to do.  Eventually I decided to wash it because I’d fried meat and I didn’t want the smell to linger.  When they came in, I explained what I’d done and went into great detail to justify my actions.  They just looked at me, smiling like I was crazy, and said that it was ok that I’d washed the pan but it would have been ok if I hadn’t washed the pan and that it really wasn’t important.

And I realised that, had it been my husband, both actions wouldn’t have been right. Whatever I did would have been wrong.  But I would have thought I’d chosen the wrong action and kicked myself for my poor decision, and the ensuing bad atmosphere and spoiled day/evening would have been my fault.

But when I think about it, how could I have made the wrong decision 100% of the time. The law of probability says that I should have chosen the right action 50% of the time at least.  And however much agonising I did would never had led me to the “right” decision because in the eyes of my husband whatever I did was automatically the wrong decision.

And it really didn’t matter.

My friend has given me a key.  When I came back from work and I knew they were in, I didn’t know whether I should let myself in or not.  If I buzzed the door entry and they had to get up to let me in when I had a key, would they be angry?  But if I let myself in, would it look like I was treating it as my own home and not showing them respect, and would that make them angry?  Decisions, decisions.  So I compromised.  I let myself in through the external door; then rang the doorbell before letting myself in through the internal door.

And I realise that all this sounds crazy, and that all this IS crazy.

What kind of life have I been living when simple, unimportant decisions are fraught with anxiety, anger and blame?

But at least I’m aware of it.

Now.

Four months after filing for divorce, I had a letter from my solicitor saying that husband hadn’t replied to the Particulars of Divorce, so there I was thinking the end was in sight when I discovered that I was no further forward than I had been in November last year [sigh].

So I had to speak to him about this and his response: “Anyone else would have tried to make a go of this, but not you”. What?  Does he honestly think I haven’t tried?  All those times when I tried to sit down and talk to him…  Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. But I do know that I am doing the right thing.

He’s now responded and things are progressing. The house is on the market. Every time I take a major step like this, I wait for the feelings of uncertainty to hit; those ‘am I doing the right thing?’ doubts to come and trouble me in the darkness of the night. But they don’t. Every step has seemed like a major obstacle to be overcome; consequently it’s taken me quite a long time to build up to some of them.  However, once I’ve taken the step and look back, it seems easy and I wonder what I was afraid of.

My biggest fear of late was how I would feel when the house went up for sale and I suppose that even though I wanted it, I was also dreading it. I was certain that the doubts would hit me.  But even this was easy. I’ve been looking at houses further out from London where I will be able to afford the three bedrooms that the girls and I need. This will mean moving away from the area in which I’ve lived all my life.  But I’m ok about that, I’m looking forward to a change, and I’m seeing our future, our new life, the life we want, and it looks good, very, very good.

And I wake up now, not feeling dread and anxiety, but with the feeling that everything will be all right.

As the saying goes “everything will be all right in the end and if it’s not all right, it’s not the end”.

It’s difficult at home as we’re all still living under the same roof but I can see light at the end of the tunnel.

The tunnel might be long.

But the light is there.

There was no confrontation…nothing.

But his attitude over the past few days had convinced me there would be and so I was anxious.  In fact, I honestly thought that by now.. Oh I don’t know what I thought. Sometimes I get so confused.  I suppose I thought I would have to tell him that the marriage is over and I want out because it’s inevitable.  It’s just that I’m not 100% ready to set the wheels in motion…yet.

Yesterday I was anxious, and weepy, and daughter found me crying and I had to explain the fact that I was anticipating a big scene and warn her of the likely outcome.  She was really supportive and told me what some of her friends had said about the awful way they felt he treated her.  And then I had a similar conversation with younger daughter and reassured her that whatever happened I would be there for her and take care of her and make sure she was all right.

Then nothing happened.

And I’m angry that I allowed his attitude to dominate my day for no reason.

I’m not sure that what I’m saying makes any sense.

But I do know that when the time comes, I will be ready.  I’m preparing myself mentally, and I’m preparing my daughters.

And that makes me feel better.

Stronger.

I’ve got so much swirling round in my head that I don’t know where to start.

So much is swirling around that my eyes keep overflowing at inappropriate times: walking into the gym; waiting in the fish and chip shop; drinking tea in a café; lying on a sunbed on the deck of a ship.  In the past month, I’ve shed more tears than in the past ten years.

I’ve got to the point where I feel uncomfortable even when he’s not around.  It’s like he’s with me in my head.

And then I get thinking that it’s me and if I could just stop trying to live my life in the way I want to and go back to the way I used to be, then things would be easier.  I have an internal battle between conforming and having a quiet but boring life, and rebelling but suffering the tortuous thoughts and the constant feeling that I’m being a bad person.

Which would be more bearable?

Which would stop me feeling like ****?