Hi, Mimosa. Love the name. I am catching up on your thread. What you are going through now sounds so much like the beginning of how things went for me, except 1 1/2 years ago my H stated I did not love him, and I needed to change the way I did things because I behaved more as a roommate than a loving partner. He was very upset with me for not appreciating his 10 years of hard work becoming a better man. Please note his better man journey was 10 years of leaving me at home to do everything while he pursued his “giving to the community and under served kids through soccer- he was a ref, a coach, joined the board, became assistant district manager, elite coach, started his own Club, etc.” Everyone thought he was so wonderful and caring, a real hero. At home with me, he was of course different. Highly critical, impatient, demanding, jealous, accusatory, suspicious. I was happier when he was out being wonderful, and I could have peace. Lonely became alone. Independence and holding down the fort was my solace. My kids kept me busy, and there were good times sprinkled in there with H, so I just accepted it as a normal part of a long relationship.
The pandemic stopped all that out conquering the worl, slaying dragons, doing the good work for H. He was stuck at home facing the reality that both myself and our youngest were so very independent, aka not needing him. He started trying to connect with us. He wanted to be involved in our decisions, he wanted us to run things by him, he wanted in on something he had for the most part turned a blind eye to. My son and I made some efforts, both in our own ways, but it wasn’t what he was needing or looking for. He wanted his hero status back, and we were the only ones around he could try to get it from. He monstered at this stage, and love bombed. He wanted intimacy, needed intimacy, and I wasn’t giving enough in his mind. It’s hard to want a monster to touch you. He never could wrap his head around that.
As the world opened back up, he jumped at the chance to go out more, and I wasn’t invited. Taking me out anywhere had always been difficult for him because I always received attention, attention I didn’t ask for, but nonetheless always happened. Sure, being hit on, depending on where we went, but also attention from group friends, too. Hard to be a hero if someone else is shining a bit, I guess. I’m trying to paint the picture of how I now understand his resentment built up towards me over time. I thought I was being a good wife, and supporting him. He saw differently.
Cold detachment came next. He also started injecting Testosterone at this time, 1.5 years ago. Mini BD’s, I’m not happy in our marriage, you don’t love me”..etc, etc. I don’t know why I thought he’d figure it out, that I was loving and supportive if enough time passed. He started looking to prove I didn’t love him, picking fights, and the like. Lots of blame and shame he dumped on me. Blame for being too independent, blame for hiding things from him, blame for finishing the things he left half done. He said he wanted a Divorce, but opted to just spend most waking hours out partying instead. He didn’t tell me where or who, he wouldn’t text to say he wasn’t coming home. He stopped talking to me much at all. Concerts, trips, party party, no explanations given for his behavior, except that I didn’t love him enough.
Fast forward to BD last February. He couldn’t trust me, I had let him down in every way. He had been forced to have an EA because of me. He had found a house to rent, and he was leaving because he wasn’t going to stay miserable, like he had been so miserable the last 25 years with me.
I am sharing this because, like others pointed out, things are just getting started. Your H is currently at home. Mine was for a year before he up and left. If you read my thread you can gain insight into some of the real triggers for his MLC. They have nothing to do with me, or our marriage. He keeps trying to fix himself from the outside in, and can’t figure out why it isn’t working. He never gets to the IN part of any real healing. He is being much nicer to me now, though. He has stopped outwardly blaming me for everything. Outward isn’t inward, but I’ll take the respite.