Hello,
I want to start by thanking everyone for their generosity, patience, and good nature. I've read many threads and the amount of compassion that comes through is admirable. I've greatly appreciated the glow of this community as a lurker.
Now, I'm posting because my life as I understood it exploded. A tale as old as time, just one I had never imagined before. My friends and family are exhausted, confused, and as understanding as they can be. I still feel the need to talk about my problems but realize it is more than they can handle. Here are my puzzle pieces:
M - 31
W - 31 @ BD (now 32)
Together ~12 years, living together 10, married 5
No children
BD - April 23, 2022 - doing drugs at a concert
June 7, 2022 - removes her ring to symbolize that she must prioritize herself, the alternative was a legal separation
August 18, 2022 - she stops sleeping in our bed
September 6, 2022 - she tells me she is moving out, and does so sometime between September 8 and September 11 (I was visiting family that weekend). It would have been our 12 year anniversary
OM - I don't know, but I assume so. Or maybe it's OW
It's odd to see the worst 6 months of my life itemized like that. Amazing how much pain can be packed into a few letters on a screen. Let's dive into the MLC mad libs where I contribute new faces and places. This will be long and rambling; I just want to type most of it out somewhere.
---- background, likely beginning of the end
Me and my wife had moved to a new state mid 2018 as I started a new job. We bought our first home. It was a great time. I felt that we grew much closer together that year. I now view this, paradoxically, as the start of our unraveling. We didn't have any friends or family in the area, my new job was incredibly stressful in ways I had not anticipated (i.e., poor management), and my wife was working from home. It was cloistered.
I noticed my wife start to exercise quite aggressively. She wanted to buy a motorcycle. She branched out and made friends with a local hobby group. Most of the people in the group were not in the best places mentally, but her best friend was a really great woman. Things seemed ok, even if I could sense a bit of distance. Things ebb and flow, right? I did nothing different.
The pandemic hits. I start working from home. We don't leave the house for days at a time. Sometime during this phase she proposes we move. Her work is offering a big promotion but she must be on-site for it. I think it is only fair as we moved for my job. I convert my position into a fully remote one, we sell our home, and move to another state in the middle of 2020. Throughout this process I can feel her annoyance with me. In my mind, relationship dynamics shift and responsibilities are malleable, even if I am feeling a bit strange about it. I do nothing different.
We move to an apartment in the city. We don't go out due to the pandemic. She is working from home, ironically. We see friends regularly, which is nice. She works more and more. I interpret this as her not feeling secure in her job. I try to reassure her while also helping her to create more boundaries for work. I imagine this fixer behavior was off-putting to her. I now also believe she was working more to avoid spending time with me.
Through her hobby group network she meets what becomes her best friend. This woman is pure drama, but seems nice enough.
She wants to buy a home. I am hesitant but eventually agree. She is aggressively house hunting online. We find a realtor and spend every day for a month driving to houses. We eventually get one. She wants to do some renovations before we move in. We move in sometime in September 2021.
---- bombs, landmines, and all things that go boom
Now is where the script is retrieved and it progresses as you'd expect. Early December 2021 her online presence massively shifts. She begins to save and share very juvenile things, depression jokes, that kind of stuff. In January she unveils to me 3 months of travel to take place in the summer. She works longer and longer hours. She goes into the office more and more. I confront her about this and hear in response "since covid is over, I just want to get out". I accept this, even if I feel quite uncomfortable with it. It has been a cramped few years.
We travel to see my family in early March, 2022. She works normal hours while there. No one notices anything overt but did say she seemed a bit sharper with me. When we get back, a friend of hers stays with us. We then go on a road trip with her new best friend and that circle. She is quite distant from me throughout. She then leaves on a work trip, returns just to flip suitcases and heads off to an out of town concert with a good friend she's known for years.
It is here where she texts me talking about how much she enjoyed doing various drugs. She uploads incredibly scandalous photos to her public profiles. Multiple people ask me if we're ok. With the bomb dropped, my stomach melts out of existence. When she returns I confront her about it and she interprets this as an attack on her spending time with her friends. I am controlling. This confrontation has me seeing that something truly insidious is lurking in our relationship, but that insight is quickly buried. After a few days I am in complete denial and take the entire burden on my shoulders. I have destroyed this marriage by not taking the trash out frequently enough.
I write her an apology letter. I outline mistakes I've made, how I didn't live up to my own standards, how I intend to do better. She tells me that she loves me and values the life we have together. I am immensely comforted by this.
The next few months are a slow burn, until they're not. She says she wants to date. I misinterpret this as I haven't been taking her out enough. I start organizing more and more dates. Things continue to go down hill. I get us into couples therapy, when she is in town. The therapist tells me that she needs to melt-down and cool-off. I have no idea what this means and he won't elaborate.
She starts being secretive. She radically changes her wardrobe and her hair. We stop having sex as she is not attracted to me. She loves me but more like a sibling. She starts using her phone nonstop. She tells me that our entire relationship, from the very beginning, is toxic. She tells me that she put too much effort into the relationship and she refuses to try any longer. She takes off her ring. She starts hanging out with the new and young employees after work. She starts going out every night and only coming home when the bars close. Sometimes she doesn't come home. She tells me that she lost herself in the relationship. She tells me that she can't be the person she wants to be around me. She starts buying very expensive things. She seems quite enamored with status. She attends drug-related weeklong retreats. She moves into the guest bedroom. She is pushing me away and pulling me close. She tells me that I can have a girlfriend. She stops talking to the friends of hers that I like. She tells me that she isn't cheating on me. Her best friend starts being openly disrespectful to me. She does more drugs with her new circle. She crashes our car and the next day tells me she didn't appreciate how I used the event to try and get closer to her (I sent a tow-truck to her, then picked her up, got us dinner, we spent the evening talking). She tells me she is not considering a divorce. A grandparent of hers dies and she says simply, "I can't take any more emotional turmoil right now"; I am not invited to the funeral. I am losing my mind, which apparently weighs 20 pounds.
I find sites like this one. I begin trying to detach but I am still arrogant and naive about the situation. Our situation isn't that bad. We're not quite there. We're the exception. I give her space as I understood it. I stop communicating with her outside of in-person interactions. I try to minimize those.
Things seem to steady out. Her summer trips of avoidance end. We have a few weeks of stillness. There are no escalations or fights. We are barely roommates. One weekend I go for a road trip. I return and tell her couples therapy is not helpful as we don't even know if we want to stay together. I sever our joint account aside from bills. I inform her that I am going to spend our anniversary with family as it is going to be a painful day for me. She says "this feels like an unraveling of us". I agree. She mentions that we feel separated. I agree and say "we are separated". I see hurt in her eyes but I don't ask her about it. She goes to work.
After work, we have our last therapy session. It is inconsequential. Afterwards she unloads on me. She interprets the phrase "separated" from that morning as me saying that I intend to file for a legal separation. She spent the entire day with her stomach twisting into knots. She tells me that she then accepted it and felt free. She did not bring this up in therapy. I validate her feelings and apologize for my miscommunication. I don't see her for 5 days.
When she returns, she tells me she is moving out. She tells me that she can't be in a relationship that doesn't prioritize her mental health. She tells me that she wants to leave the door open to dating in the future. She is planning to move out when I'm visiting family. I give her an anniversary present with a note. She refuses to let me read the note to her. This is our last conversation.
I return. She left no forwarding address. She left gifts I gave her over the years, including the anniversary gift. She took half of the spices. She took half the towels. She left a single poloroid of me sitting on the window sill in a completely barren room. This was one of the most difficult evenings I've ever lived through.
I later text her to remind her to move her phone number off my account. I sent an email asking to freeze her share of equity as she is no longer contributing to the mortgage; she agrees.
Her birthday is around this time. I get her a small, mostly symbolic, present, hand it to a mutual friend and ask them to give it to my wife. I ask the friend to not tell me if my wife accepts or not.
---- a view from the crater
After she moved out I had intense motivation, which has since faded. I re-arranged the house. I went camping alone in the middle of nowhere. I went to a concert overseas on a whim. I have been lifting weights regularly (squatted 210 pounds at my max). I go for walks daily. I journal daily. I started writing again in general. I attend therapy weekly. I have a morning ritual of meditation, tea, and reading before work. I have been trying to embrace more desires, no matter how fleeting which has resulted in making soap, having a clock with only the seconds hand, and reading up on satanic panics throughout history. I have been intentionally more open and vulnerable with friends, and family. I have been sitting in the pain and discomfort, as much as I can. It's quite a feeling to be crying during a meeting.
I've had a number of epiphanies. I now accept that happiness is fleeting, which was a deep and unacknowledged fear of mine. What matters is showing up every day. I've taken quite the liking to Sisyphus. I now understand that I am not my emotions, or thoughts. My emotions are sensations just like vision. I choose to act on that information as I see fit; I am above simple reactions. I now understand that I am responsible for me in my entirety, which includes comforting myself. No man's an island, but the responsibility for my life is mine alone. I've stumbled across many similar emotional truths (who knew you could experience multiple emotions simultaneously, even "contradictory" ones!). All obvious in retrospect. I am grateful for this knowledge.
I feel anxious at times. I feel a wobble in my core at times. The future is menacing at times. I have days where I feel that the abstract idea of familiarity no longer exists, like it was removed from reality; everything around me has been replaced with exact replicas that are foreign, alien, and frightening. I am a mountain compared to the puddle of cartilage and bone sobbing on the bathroom floor sometime in June. I am proud of where I am even though I recognize that I am nowhere close to where I want to be.
---- current day
I haven't communicated with her in over 3 months. She's never initiated any contact. I see that she is still posting the same type of content on her profiles. It's a mix of hyper-sexual, depression, lacking money, and juvenile content. She stopped communicating with any of our mutual friends, as far as I can tell. I don't ask them about her. I am assuming this means she is a vanisher.
I recognize she might be a bit young for MLC. That being said, my wife's father is currently an alcoholic to the point that it is impacting unrelated medical treatments. I imagine he has been an alcoholic her entire life. Her mother is an emotional trainwreck and generally unpleasant to be around, even though she isn't malicious. The family moved when she was quite young (under the age of 3, I believe), which probably isn't helping the mix. She has threatened to go no-contact with her parents in the past. Maybe she has a personality disorder, maybe she is having a kind of identity crisis, maybe she's just living her best life. I have no idea.
I am still feeling attached, and generally depressed. I don't feel like a victim most days but the hurt is ever-present. I still want us to be together. I still think "we" can make it work. I have seen the threads. I can envision the eventual update and how this is likely to resolve, but I can't feel that now. I am frustrated about that but am accepting it is where I am. My current goal is detachment. I want to fully accept that she left me, that she has changed, that we are done. It doesn't feel real most times. I miss her.
It's just this, for a while.