Well we officially got through Xmas and New Year's Eve, our first without their dad.
My goal was just to get through it without massive emotional drama/suffering and with those minimum expectations, I would say we actually soared. I did buy way too much for the kids for Xmas (VR headset, X Box) and I will happily put my hand up as an 'overcompensater", but I wanted to distract from the fact that this year was a painful milestone, and I have to say, it worked. No one mentioned him on the day. I am sure he was in the back of all of our minds, but no one, even my 8 year old, wanted to break the mood. I asked both kids if they wanted to speak to him on Xmas eve and both said no. I blocked him on What's App all week (he is still blocked) because it was too painful. He missed our son's bday, Xmas and New Year's, by choice - and so i just wrote to him, 'I need to block you for a few days, I can't bear your selfishness sometimes." It was as honest and kind as I could be. And it helped me immensely not to have his near daily check ins.
Unbeknownst to me, the day before Xmas eve, my D (11) reached out via text to her dad. Her words to him were unflinching and brutal (and reasonable) and I was so proud of her for expressing her anger to him directly. She has been angry at everyone and everything else for months. He just replied "I'm so sorry darling" but nothing else. Without him saying, I'm coming back to the US to be your dad, there really is nothing he could say that would make her feel better. But he's never had words. FYI she's not trying to get us back together - in fact she told me if you ever take dad back i will never speak to you again - but she wants him to show her that she's worth sticking around for. When in fact, right now, the truth is (crisis or no) that nothing and no one matters more to him than himself.
He wrote me and screen shot what she had sent and said he felt like he had fallen off a 100 foot cliff. He said he was devestated by it. I told him it was just a glimpse of the reality he's running from, the cost of the choices he's making - the love and respect of his kids. He said everyone warned him, if you keep going like this, 'you will lose your kids' and I said, well, I will never try to turn them against you for sure, and I will always encourage a relationship with you, but yes, you will. You certainly will. It was a painful exchange from my side. in fact the whole holiday was painful. I escaped to my room more than once to just cry. It felt like he has just walked away without a backward glance (well maybe a backward glance, he begged me on Xmas to pls send photos of the day) from our 15 years of Christmases together. Truth be told, I am still mourning the man I loved, I love still. I wonder if that will ever stop. Because he's not here on this earth now and I worry that I will never, ever meet him again.
Someone wise wrote on here that we come to this forum for more than healing our pain - it's to deal with our confusion - how did this happen? how can this happen? who is the person that is completely different from the person I knew and loved for years? My husband loved Christmas, he was devoted to me and his children, there is no where he wanted to be other than with his family - but now he sees being with us as akin to being in a prison and despite knowing he's lost me and is losing his children, like really losing them, he won't/can't turn back.
In one exchange I told him - when our son (

sends you a video on his own birthday pleading with you, 'daddy please come home', the fact that that does not make you book a ticket, run to an airport, get on a plane - that part of yourself - you need to take a hard look at. That has nothing to do with our marriage, that has to do with you. But, as most of you can attest, nothing I say really lands, and certainly nothing bears fruit.
Last night on NYE, I saw couples in Times Square (on TV) kissing at midnight and felt a sharp pang. He is with his OW almost certainly, kissed her at midnight, and last NYE was their first trip away together (when my friend spotted him in Heathrow T5 and I first discovered he was cheating on me). Brutal. But this year, the bottom has already fallen out. I know where I am standing. I may be in the basement but I am sure of the ground under my feet. I am not where I was. I can't possibly know what he thinks about his new year, what he looks ahead to, what he's looking forward to - but I spent mine laughing and dancing with my 79 year old mom, my amazing badass prosecutor sister and my two kids. At midnight (we celebrate NYC midnight, our PST 9pm!) my son remembered I had bought glow sticks and I also had giant confetti guns. We unleashed it all. It was wild. My floor looked like a nightclub by the end. It was 3 inches thick in confetti and glow sticks. (148 of them) We blasted music and my daughter and son danced with us to their favorite pop songs. It was joyful. We all feel like survivors now. There was definitely no place I would rather have been.
One thing we did, which I had heard was an old Irish tradition (which btw my irish friends say they've never heard of) but we opened the front door and back door at midnight - to let the new year's good luck in and let the bad luck out. It felt particularly apt. There is so much I want to let out the back door of my life and so much I want to let in. I woke up today, the first day of the new year feeling optimistic and hopeful. I made banana waffles (they were perfection today), and took a moment alone to enjoy the beautiful SoCal weather/scenery and felt lighter than I have in a long time.
I am moving ahead with plans for a move -I talk to the realtor tomo and I think we've landed on a model and lot. I had a burst of energy over the break and tackled all the divorce /settlement paperwork, screen shot some relevant text messages, bank statments, tax returns, letters from school, etc - I need one adjustment from the mediator tomo and then I can drop it all off and hopefully get a court date in the v near future. I cleaned out his side of the bathroom cupboards this week too. Again, hard, a fair amt of pain, but necessary. And I am still standing.
One night over the break my daughter cried in my arms - she felt like I had rejected her or dismissed her in some way - and she said to me - "don't you get it, you're all I have now". It was heart rending. I gently reminded her that she has lots of other people who love her - but yes, she has me, and she has me forever, and I will never, ever leave her. And that we are enough.