Early days, I too thought paving the way was a means to getting my H back: respond to each and every contact with "fake it till you make it" positive responses, regardless of the circumstances and how detrimental his actions/choices were to me. "Make him see that you are a source of light, you love him despite his actions, you are the one who has been and will always be there for him..."
I'm 4-plus years out. On Monday, 4 days before the 4th anniversary of his abruptly moving out, I got a message out of the blue on Messenger (I still don't know his phone number or email address - not even sure I have his correct mailing address for that matter).
First contact since my parents died in February (I contacted him when my mother died, 3 weeks later he messaged me when he heard my father died. Very alien, distant message, he told me to "hang in there.")
It was what in the very early days I would have considered a very positive contact:
"Hi. How are you? How is your health?"
There once was a time when I would have seized on this message as proof he cared, that he was "peaking out," that I needed to respond nicely to "pave the way" for him to know I hadn't given up on him.
But I've spent the last 3 years receiving ZERO financial help from him and barely hearing from him while he's built himself a new life.
In that time:
I was diagnosed with cancer and endured chemo, radiation and multiple surgeries - he never checked in on me , not once. (though he was receiving updates on me from his mother). While I was in chemo, he got a new phone number and the longest we went without contact was a year, and when he did contact, he apologized for the lack of contact by saying that "My phone went through the washing machine last year."
He euthanized our beloved dog and I found out about it on Facebook. When I contacted him to ask for the dog's collar, he responded like a toddler who knew mommy was mad. He promised to send it. He never did. (That was a year ago).
My mother died, then three weeks later, my father died. While attempting to plan my father's funeral (and sell his car, which some jerk promptly stole the license plates off), I was also dealing with some stressful changes in the status of my cancer.
All of that, while still managing to do freelance work enough to pay my bills and survive.
All of that, with NO help from him and him changing his phone number and email (and I think his address), making my ability to contact him extremely difficult.
"Hi. How are you? How is your health?"
How would one respond to that? I have NOTHING right now. Financially deceived before BD, left behind at BD, used up most funds on a lawyer pre-cancer, completely abandoned post-cancer, already in financial ruin and then cancer completely finished me off.
Again, early days, I would have responded to his message positively and calmly, thinking I was "paving the way."
Now I think about myself first. What good will responding do ME? He is still controlling the contact by sending a message via the only avenue HE's left open and expecting me to respond via that avenue while still having no other way to reach him.
It's a VERY difficult thing to attempt to rebuild your life after MLC.
It's become even more difficult for me to need to completely rebuild from the ground up, while not even knowing how much more life I have. I recently read an article about how cancer robs you of the ability to plan for longer than 3 months at a time (the time in between scans).
Yet, I have NO CHOICE but to rebuild and I am in a place where I have to plan for the long term while living in a situation where I've been essentially robbed of the ability to plan long term. I live in 3-month increments, but have to rebuild from the ground up for a life I hope will be many years longer. I believe it's a unique position to be in, and one that I would not wish on anyone.
If anything, I'm paving the way for him to have the opportunity to think about what he's done by NOT responding to his cold, oddly worded out of the blue message that does nothing to address the fact that I am struggling beyond imagination and he's done nothing to help.
But I no longer worry about paving the way - he has to come to realizations about what he's done to me on his own, if he's ever going to come to those realizations. He may never.