Thanks, Reinventing and xyzcf! 💗
xyzcf, I'd be terrified of potential snakes as well, even if they may be on the shy side. But 100%- standing barefoot on the earth is a magical grounding practice. Definitely need to engage in it more!
Journaling:
I think I really am at a point of ending my stand. Not to say I wouldn't be open to reconnection someday down the road; I'm open to leaving the door open a crack. But I've been reading so many threads, learning as much as I can, and I think it just hit me- I don't want the old relationship. He's no prize now and he wasn't that great a prize before either.
I felt a lot of similarities to KellBell's story; STBXH also viewed life as a checklist and constantly needed the next best thing. Even though he had a rough childhood, he followed a very linear path to where he is today (or at least where he was at BD1). He so very rarely took the time to appreciate life. I had once asked him when he would stop to appreciate the present and he told me he would when he was dead. I laughed at the time because I thought he was joking. I don't think he was.
Right after we got married, he started looking into buying property. Once we bought the property, he started looking at bigger homes and would talk to others about when we would start trying for kids. We hadn't even had that conversation ourselves at that point. But he was deep in the pre-BD depression by then.
He placed so much of his self-worth on his net worth and others' perception of him. I found that really sad, but I accepted it as a personality thing- no one's perfect. But his people pleasing ended when it came to our relationship- once we got married, I was put squarely on the back burner because he didn't feel he needed to try for my affection anymore. He stopped watering the grass and tended to other lawns seeking approval.
I couldn't count on him when I got sick. Before we moved, I made it a point to recover at my parents' place after any surgeries. After the move, I was berated for having contracted COVID right before his birthday and therefore no longer able to manage logistics. He pushed me to be as self-sufficient as possible, refused to meet most requests for help, and now in MLC he needs to be the white knight and "save" other women. I think I've hit my wall.
So many folks in this forum have been married for decades, have shared so many beautiful moments with their spouses before this chaos hit. I only had about a year before we moved across the country to his hometown, which I believe was the trigger for his pre-BD depression. When he told me recently that he hadn't been happy for the entirety of our marriage, I don't doubt him entirely but I also don't believe the unhappiness was due to our relationship.
I know he is not well. I know what he is dealing with now is the Big Kahuna of his childhood issues: his mother trauma. I don't know how long this will take. But if I'm looking down the barrel of another 5+ years of this, that would mean his MLC would extend for the same duration of time as our relationship. If he thinks I'll sit around and wait, that's one hell of a gamble.
There have been no clear signs of confusion since BD2. And maybe it's because we're no longer in the same home, but it makes a person wonder. It's just push after push for divorce.
I read denjef31's "Navigating through the fog" thread repeatedly; I found it motivating and educational. And I found she did mention multiple times (and I'm paraphrasing here), "don't think about what was, think about what could be". And, last night, I really did think about what could be. Traveling, strengthening my other relationships, eventually clicking with a partner who actually respects me and what I bring to the table. Who isn't afraid of decorating with color, light, or art because "what would guests think" and "think about the resale value". Who understands and celebrates our differences. Who can reciprocate an unconditional love.
I echo some of the sentiments that Courage shared in her recent post. I had sacrificed my entire life, tried to shrink myself down to fit into the tiny square hole he made available to me in his life. And I'm meant for so much more than that. Even if don't find this magical partner down the line, I know I am no longer accepting scraps from someone who cannot see my worth. I can see myself now in technicolor and all of this truly is his loss.