Thank you for this, denjef. As always, your description of what it's like on the other side is so incredibly helpful.
Remember when we are in the fog we don't really care too much what you do. We throw breadcrumbs to keep you right where you are, we in fact usually encourage you to move on go find someone to be happy with. All of this is script because deep down we really don't want that to happen but we say this to relieve our guilt so we can say we told you to move on. When in reality we say that because we are so confident that you love us that you will not move on and we are free then to continue doing what we are doing.
My H has never told me to find someone else, even though he's run so far away from me and has never once wavered from saying he doesn't love me and he acts like he's not the least bit attracted to me.
When I found out about OW, I asked H how he would feel about me being with another man. He hunched over and said, "I wouldn't like it." Then he went into the bathroom and when he came out his eyes were bloodshot.
A few months later, when he told me he was moving 1000 miles away to be with OW, he also told me that OW's husband (from whom she had separated) has a new girlfriend. I asked him why he, OW and OW's husband all have someone to spend time with and yet he had been stringing me along for a year at that point. I asked him why I was the only one who wasn't totally free to find someone. (I know in reality I was. I could do whatever I wanted. He was throwing crumbs but I didn't have to accept them.)
He didn't have a response for me - he just looked away and his eyes filled with tears.
Rock bottom for me was not about OM, it was about my own sh$t internally that I still did not address. I was running, and running as far and as fast as my little legs could carry me, withdrawing from my true family but I was still not happy. If you saw me I looked like the life of the party, drinking, smiling, laughing, joking around, on the go. Going on nice vacations, posting pics on FB, the socialite. All of that was a façade...BS!!!!
When I went home and I was finally alone to myself, my thoughts would flood in. I would take ambien, or clonazepam trying to go to sleep I didn't want to think. I escaped it for as long as I possibly could. I had it all or so it seemed. None of the things and people I was around truly made me happy, but I tried so hard to make it work. I tried hard to make this new life feel right but it never did. My old life was in the shadows and I was still drawn to it. I couldn't totally forget or give up that life. So I held on to it secretly.
I'm glad I read this today. H seems to be settling into his new life. He's finally changed his location on his online profile from the city we lived in together to his new city where he lives with OW. And he's starting to exhibit the kind of smugness and "grandiosity" he had for a few months right after BD. Makes me think he thinks his new life is "working for him" and he's on a high from it.
A few weeks ago he wrote me an email saying he didn't want our D to drag out any longer. (Meanwhile, he did absolutely nothing for 19 months and just had papers drawn up when he found out I was moving 700 miles away.)
So he doesn't want it to "drag out" any longer, yet I've emailed him twice to move it along and got no response from him.
It is so very hard to wrap my head around how he could be living so far away and starting to really build his life there (changing his online profile location, moving in with OW, switching to a local bank there) and yet he isn't making ending our marriage a priority.
I would think if he is intent on living a new life there, he would feel a strong need to "wrap up" his old life so he can be free to really live his new life fully.
His issue, which he verbalized pretty clearly for a while before he moved away, is not feeling "good enough."
I don't know where his rock bottom will be. I think if he finds himself not happy in his new life either, he won't think it's because he needs to find happiness within himself. He'll think it's because he's "not good enough" for his new life. And that I feel will take a very, very long time to work through, if he ever does.
I believe we will be divorced and he will continue on for years, but I do pray every day that he gets through it, because the man I married was more than "good enough."
The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you shall be free. ~ Margaret Atwood