Today I found out my stbx is skipping his grandmother's funeral. This is the woman he called 'mom' for the first 5 years of his life, who raised him when his own mom lived overseas, and the one he told me since we met 15 years ago that no matter what country we were living in, he would fly back to his home country for her funeral. Now, he is there, in country, and skipped out of town with his lover somewhere instead of going with the rest of his siblings and to support his own mom.
And now I have a confession to make.
As disappointed in him as I was to hear he was not joining them, I was also relieved.
here's why - Lately I have been feeling devastated about the ways I see him moving away from the kids. He's relinquishing his role as a dad, like entirely. Stupid things like he changed his What'sApp ID photo to his own initial /logo instead of their photos, to fewer and fewer check ins or interest in them, to stretching out the date of his next visit to literally be here the day before our daughter's bday and graduation. It's a v short turn around flight for him this way- 6 days to come all that way - but it gives him another month to do his own thing away from them. Despite my son's (8 years old) pleaded, begging voice notes to him, daddy please come - It will be more than 3 months since he's seen or really talked to his kids. And he's fine with that. The difference is, now, nearly 2 years in, he no longer pretends to (or actually) really misses them. I am grieving this. I am really, really grieving this even more than I did the end of my marriage. I can't articulate why this hurts more, but it does.
So what I feel relieved about today is that this behaviour, this selfish, narcissistic, utterly despicable behaviour is affecting his FOO too. The ones who created him, and the ones who are enabling him now. And it's not just us, me and the kids. He's an absolute s*** to everyone! I also know that the guy I met 15 years ago would never not have shown up for his grandmother, or mom - and it just reinforces for me that I was not crazy to marry him, believe in him - and this is not just that he fell out of love with me, or that our marriage wasn't as good as I thought it was, or somehow I 'lost' my husband - that this is a totally diff guy.
It helps, weirdly.
He was gardening over there and and a terrible accident with a chainsaw a few weeks back and nearly severed his hand. He is the opposite of careless or clumsy and he has never had any kind of accident like this before. It is serious and he wil prob never have full function of his hand (his right hand) the same way again. It is healing now and the cast is off - but it was jarring to everyone, including him. I really hoped this awful experience might ground him a bit, remind him of what matters, stop running for a minute and take stock of his life - anything - if it would lead to an improvement of his character. I want him to live a decent, honest life his kids can be ok with, and I can find some bit of respect for him to build any kind of friendship or relationship as co-parents on - and it looked like it did at first, I had lots of humble and nice messages, but that's done now and no, it appears anything like that was short lived. He is who he is.
None of us know if these people ever get any better than this. Some seem to 'come out of it' better than before - at least you read those stories occasionally, I don't know if I will ever NOT hope that he is not this horror of a human for the rest of his life. I don't want to see my daughter or son's hurt and disappointment in who their father is, forever. I don't want to forever get my own hopes up that he is becoming a more decent man to have them dashed again and again.
I heard Oprah say something about this week on an IG reel- she said "Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different, it's accepting the past for what it was, and using this moment and this time to help yourself move forward." I liked that. I felt that in my spirit. I am ruminating on that these days. Of course the past could have been different, but maybe this shocking outcome was coming no matter how great a wife and partner I was. I feel like I need to forgive myself for choosing him as the father of my kids - this selfish immoral creep! - and I need to forgive myself for not being able to stop this tsumani - and about him, I need to let go of anger and bitterness and just accept that it is what it is. I really need to work on detachment! He has way too much mindshare.