Hello and thank you for the opportunity to participate in this forum. I am grateful!
My H and I have been together for 24 years, since he was 20 and I was 22. We have 4 kids: a son and daughter in high school, a son in middle school and our youngest is a son entering third grade.
My H has combat PTSD from his time serving in Afghanistan and Iraq. He suffered a traumatic brain injury in 2002 and hasn’t been the same
He also has family of origin trauma, raised by a narcissistic and abusive mother who is still a painful force in his life and an absent father who died too young ten years ago.
I won the lottery with my parents and sisters and continue to commit to providing a stable and loving home for our children, during their father’s MLC.
His crisis began when his father passed away from cancer in 2013. He was chaotic, drinking to excess, leaving for days at a time with no contact, engaging in extramarital affairs. When he was home, he really wasn’t home either napping or acting very angry.
We talked about getting help but he didn’t, I didn’t and we didn’t. In 2014 the kids, dogs and I moved 2000 miles away and ultimately he joined us in 2016. It all got much worse.
Unemployed, angry and abusing alcohol, he destroyed his relationships with each of our kids and I. When he did get a job he liked in 2018, things were more positive and our relationship improved. Then I got promoted in 2021, was making more than twice his salary, and Covid isolation was really wearing on folks.
My energies had also shifted to supporting my family of origin as my mom was hospitalized for weeks in septic shock in 2019, followed by rehab that continues to this day, a devastating car accident that sent all 6 members of my sister’s family to the hospital and near death in 2021 and my younger sister’s cancer diagnosis later in 2021 and death a few weeks ago. I know all area hospitals well and am grateful o could be here for my family during this time.
Husband went off the rails in august 2021 after the car crash. He got a bottle of ED meds (never had this issue with me), a new girlfriend and kicked me out of our master bed. I’ve been sleeping on the floor of my younger kid’s room since on a futon mattress.
A few weeks later I had taken my engagement ring off to clean it and left it in my jewelry box. He took it and let me know I don’t deserve it. I haven’t seen it since. Starting in June 2022, he began weekend trips, every other, to see his friend “Jeremy” who lives an hour away in the middle of nowhere and doesn’t have cell reception. These trips became more frequent.
On September 9, 2022, he told me that he doesn’t love me and never will again. He wants to divorce but won’t because he doesn’t want to lose access to the kids and because I’m a selfish b@$&! I would keep them from him.
He hasn’t said I love you since but continues to initiate sex 1-2 times per week. He didn’t kiss me for several weeks but does again.
He sometimes acts like he is loving toward me, but is mostly cold and angry.
He has cycled through the MLC stages a few times and is definitely in anger again now.
I don’t argue or really show any emotion toward him. When he speaks to me, I answer with a word or two. I don’t initiate spending time with him but engage with him when he asks me to. He even took me to an expensive dinner a few weeks ago right after our wedding anniversary (he was traveling on the actual day).
Our kids feel pretty ignored by him, my back hurts from the futon on the floor, but otherwise our home is calm and all is ok. I know he needs time to get to the other side of all of this but it has literally been 10 years.
We seemed to be reconnecting and he was going to Jeremy’s less. When there was some joy there he retreated quickly. He has strong abandonment energy and was in fact abandoned by his parents in his youth. He was caught shoplifting, ran away from home and lived at friends’ homes for months before the police picked him up at a party. His parents wouldn’t allow contact with his siblings and he was placed in a juvenile facility. He enlisted in the army when he graduated high school and left. Before he ever worked anything out with his father, his dad died. This sent him far into the tunnel.
While he doesn’t say he loves me, he has showered me with expensive gifts for the first time in ten years, started doing chores again, reminds me to drive safely and to text when I get wherever I’m going so he knows I’m ok. He reaches out to me throughout the day, calls and texts and sits next to me often. A short time ago he would leave the room
when I entered. He stopped drinking in January.
He has gained over 100 pounds during this crisis, changed his wardrobe, his hair, his music taste and has gotten 4 large tattoos (he had zero before). He took up hunting and fishing and our freezer is filled with bison, venison and salmon. He bought an expensive truck and $5000 smoker for the meat he harvested. He travels to master BBQ classes across the country.
The night my sister died I had let him know I would be spending the night on the floor of her room to help administer meds (we live next door). He went to his first concert in 24 years, with “Jeremy”, an artist who represents his new favorite music genre, one he knows I detest.
Ironically it was Father’s Day and he chose not to spend it with his kids.
I didn’t let him know she had passed until he returned home. He was upset I hadn’t reached out to him sooner, and I didn’t argue or respond
Her death hit him hard. He was off and running away again, this time after adopting a stray puppy who has major undesirable behaviors I have been attempting to re-direct.
So here I am. I love our kids and H very much, in the best shape of my life and working my dream job. I’m centered, calm, and joyful. I hope he finds his way home.