He just monstered at me.
He was coming by to pick up the dog. I thought I would be strong enough this time. We never really had a fight f2f, only via phone.
But the first thing he asked when he came in was: "how are you?"
And I didn't have an answer. And so I asked him: "Did you still want to tell me something?"
Because a while ago, he sent me an e-mail that he wanted to talk to me about something, but I wasn't sure whether I wanted that or was ready for.
Capital mistakes.
Because his response was: "Wel, I don't know, because every time I speak to you or see you, you end up sending me these nasty messages afterwards."
And I just blew up.
And we had that stupid R conversation again.
That he just felt I didn't do anything to make his life easier, even though he shared with me how stressful it was to be the sole provider.
But that's not what I recall.
I recall that he kept telling me that he wanted to give me all the space to find my passion and build a career. And I worked so hard to get some place but it didn't work out most of the time.
But apparently, I should've taken his stress as a signal that I needed to step up and find a fulltime job and make sure he could stay home for six months or so.
Which is something he NEVER asked me, NEVER told me, NEVER said to me how much he was struggling with it.
It's like someone accessed his mind and told him that I was just lazy or unwilling or that I should've come up with a plan myself, sacrifice myself, because I should've known how much he was struggling, and I must have been this awful person who just profited from a nice man who wanted to do everything for me, but had a wife who didn't want to do everything for him.
"And this is exactly why I didn't ask about the dogs. Because I knew this would happen. Not because I don't care about them."
That. Now it's also my fault that he can't see the dogs because I can't keep it together. I'm to blame for everything, apparently.
WHAT IS THIS?
This is the first time that I actually SAW him monstering right in my face.
And I just lost it. Completely.
The monster was always contained within phone calls, which I have stopped having many weeks ago, because I knew it was monster and that it was just not getting anywhere.
And then the monster was only visible in texts and e-mails because his writing style would change and he would get very impatient, and so I went "dark" earlier this month.
And now this?
My God... I was just about to reply to more of what you were saying, Nas, and how I probably mis-interpreted his current behavior to be "bad" because I just have so much pain, like Helpnewc wrote, with his indifferent behavior while I'm still mourning the loving and caring person he was to me before MLC, and how I can't expect him to be that person anymore, because we're not in a relationship anymore.
But now... after meeting monster for the first time f2f... I don't know.
He really doesn't seem to be himself, or... I missed a lot during our marriage.
The only guess I can take is that he seemed to have hid so much from me, about how he felt in the past years, about our relationship, about me, which is exactly script MLC and the upcoming depression he eventually ran away from.
He yelled at me at a certain point: "What do you expect from me?"
And I couldn't answer.
And then he just went on monstering.
And then, at the end, I just said: "What I expect from you? Well, I don't know. Because I have never done something like you did to me. I've never experienced something like this before. There isn't anything within me that can actually get to that place of knowing what one should do after doing something like that to another person. How can I possibly know? I don't do that to other people. So, you tell me what you think you should do after you did something like that. What would actually be appropriate? Because, this ain't it. Maybe ask your two wonderful therapists; maybe they know."
And I concluded, this time to his face, that we can't see each other like this anymore. NC.
I went into the kitchen, and he just gathered the dog and left.
And I cried so hard... I'm still crying.
I don't know how to move forward honestly. I'm okay when I don't have to deal with him...
I so thought I was detached enough to be able to keep it together after we haven't seen each other for so long. But I didn't expect the "How are you?" question. At all. He never asked that question since the first weeks after BD when I was still so much in shock.
This is the man I will have to deal with for the next 5 to 10 years of still working together in the business to keep my steady income, until the dogs passed away and I can finally move and have my own place? This is the man I need to go through divorce mediation with?
I thought he just made a mistake and is emotionally immature, but now has learned his lesson.
But as it seems, he still can't be honest with himself, he still re-writes our marriage, and he still monsters.
And I thought he wasn't blaming me. He said it was not about me, in his last long message. But he does blame me. And in his head, it's about me. He projects so much on me; his whole incapability of asking for what he needs, for sharing what he feels. It only comes out in monster when he feels trapped, frustrated, or backed against the wall.
And of course, that's all my fault because I can't keep it together when he's around. He puts that all on me.
If I was able to just be "normal" even though he acknowledged that I can't because of the pain and he understands, and he even congratulates me for how "well" I'm handling everything (mixed messages, WTF?), at the same time, it's all my fault that he needs to say all these things.
Boy, I was ready to let go the whole MLC thing, because I thought, maybe that isn't it... but surely, it is it.
But of course, it doesn't change anything. MLC or not, I need to detach asap, the best that I can, and move forward. I think meeting monster f2f is definitely motivating me even more to do so.
But it hurts. It hurts so much. It's excruciating to see him like this.
And I don't know if there is still an ounce of the old him somewhere in there. I can't really see it. He looks the same, it's his voice, but not his words, not his actions.
I just can't believe this is who he is right now. It's 180 degrees from who he was.
I would give anything to see the old him again... but he's gone. He's long gone.
Then again, I was feeling so much better in the past weeks, so even though this is a step backwards, I know there's a lot of progression, too.
But it frustrates me to see myself in this way. This is not me. This is just the pain and the trauma and the cycling back and forth because I've lost the ground beneath my feet and I'm rebalancing.
This sucks so much. Unbelievable. But yet, I have to believe in myself, and my integrity is still intact. This is not on me. I did the best I could during our R/M and gave more than probably anyone would. He just failed to share and be emotionally mature about it. He obviously has issues with speaking his mind, probably out of fear of rejection. I don't know. It's not my trip. He needs to find that out for himself. I have my own journey now.
I just want to type a huge curse word right now, but I won't. But I'm thinking it. I'm yelling it in my mind.
No words to describe what I feel right now.