journaling-
Xh came into town yesterday. The plan was for him to help our youngest set up her new ipad and then they were going to go do something. Instead he came over and sat on the couch and the three of us conversed for a few hours. D10 and him went through photos on his phone- laughing at memories, we talked small talk about his new house, life, my schooling etc. The conversation was light and easy and comfortable.
This was my take away from those 2 hours.
1). I have decided I don't want to be his friend. It's weird. Too much history and baggage. I look at him and I still see my husband. My bestfriend, lover and confidante. But know he is also the person who doesn't want me. Doesn't want our life. And just quit on me- walked away. He hurt me- my heart and soul are scarred. And having him sit on my couch laughing, sharing stories and talking like a happy family was bizarre and surreal. It's not something I want right now. I wish I did. We've always talked and were close with everything. But the familiarity of the situation was too much. So for now- I don't want to be his friend. I will be civil and cordial and kind and treat him like any other distant family member. But that's it.
2). He's broken. I watched him as he sat there on the couch, our daughter curled up at his side as they looked through photos and videos and laughed. And I just thought- how can you NOT want to experience this every day? How can you just leave and go months without facetiming her or hearing her voice or visiting her? How can you NOT want this amazing kid in your life!?
3). Depression is a mask. And although through most of the conversations he seemed to be genuinely happy and laughing and actively participating- every so often for the slightest moment, you could see the mask slip. You could see his a subtle change in his face and his eyes. In the not so subtle moments he was wallowing. For example, I mentioned I liked his pants (a pair I had bought for him a few years ago but he hated wearing- so basically giving him crap for finally wearing them) and he said "Ya. I only have like three pair - and all my jeans are shot." I asked him if work was keeping him so busy he couldn't make it to the store to get new ones and he replied "It's hard to find clothes that fit. I'm just fat and a loser." I suggested using the altering service at one of the stores I know he shops- and he dug in further saying He's just a loser. Even our D10 looked at me like 'wow- what a shift in the conversation. To lighten the mood our D said "Clothes never fit me either (she's tall and super skinny- jeans are a nightmare) So I'm a loser too." At that point I said no one is a loser and moved the conversation onto something else. But it wasn't the only time in the visit that he said things like that. I also heard "I'm a failure. I've failed at everything" "I'm just a judgmental jerk" "Maybe I should just die too- it would probably be better" It was just weird to hear a light conversation take a 180 to that.
4) And finally- I don't want compliments from him. He was never overly gushy with me in our marriage. So lastnight when he said he was proud of me for finishing school and admired me and I was amazing. And that I looked cute with my glasses on. And asking about my boyfriend - I told him I don't have one and he said 'that's so weird- you should, you are amazing.' ---- I just didn't want to hear it. Partly because I don't trust him enough to know if it was genuine. I'm guessing asking about the boyfriend and hoping I have one - is to either take some pressure off him in a way OR to just prove "See you didn't care about me- look how fast you moved on". Either way- it's not healthy to be in any kind of relationship with someone and be questioning the motives of their compliments. It's insane. Not only is it insane - it causes me to monkey brain. Not that I was thinking "Oh - he's being nice to me what does that mean." But the rationalizing of 'If I'm so cute and amazing- then why wasn't I enough for you, you stupid sh*t!'- that kind of monkey braining. So ya.
For me...I need to just keep it strictly business. Continuing working on myself and let him continue twisting on his own. But I will say it was nice to be able to step away and really see everything last night. I wasn't consumed in the moment and was able to mentally separate myself and see/dissect the incident in real time. Having that control was empowering. Not losing my cool, not getting roped into his pity rants and not feeding his ego or trying to fix things for him. Big steps forward for me.
YOU keep interrupting his crisis. YOU keep him distracted with all your questions, statements and observations. YOU keep him from facing himself, from feeling the pain of missing his family (until he is ready to do something about it...or not ). YOU are keeping him from fully feeling and facing the man he is. Leave him 100% to his own devices and crisis ...100% shut it all down. Bow out...its not about you! I sometimes feel they have stranded themselves on some deserted island. They have done that to themselves as a result of their own actions, choices, behaviors. They need to figure out how to get off the island...the messy painful island they put themselves on. Stop taking him fresh water, food, homemade baking, clean clothes etc....why would he try to make himself better?