I presented a timeline to him 2 weeks ago and asked him to account for years worth of questionable locations. He was angry, says I keep blindsiding him every time he thinks we are moving forward, and the next day packed a bag and went to his sister's. That was 2 weeks ago. Zero contact for a week, then our son met with him and told him he really needs to go through this timeline, that if he means he will do ANYTHING to fix this, just do this thing.
He reached out to me a week ago, and we met at a park to talk. It went HORRIBLY. He arrived angry, asked if I would go to counseling, when I said yes but wanted to go through the timeline first, he didn't see the point, said I would never believe him but that he had never been unfaithful to me (though I view enormous amounts of secret porn, commenting on naked women's pictures, keeping a handwritten list of your favorite naked instagram women as infidelity big time). I said but we have established that you have a history of lying to me, so it stands to reason that going through this is reasonable before considering counseling/reconciliation. He immediately got up, said we are DONE, got in his car and drove away. 30 minutes later when I got myself under control I texted him a message saying that I was always willing to try, and never expected him to give up so easily and walk away from our 35 year relationship. All those years of saying how much he loved me and he walked away. No response. 2 more of our kids met to talk with him. Our 4th child told him after how he spoke to me at our meeting, she had no interest in meeting up. According to the two who met with him, he is now blaming me (he did this in our last meeting too, I wasn't meeting his needs, what was he supposed to do?) and saying he will not be scrutinized by going over the timeline.
This response from him when I met with him sent me into a well of pain that I couldn't get under control. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't get past him saying we are done. It wasn't what I expected. I expected him to miss me, be miserable, want to try, be willing. Instead, he was ANGRY. I think he thinks I have done 3 things....poisoned his kids against him (his words), distrusted him and investigated him and not laid it all on the table at once. I explained that I had done it in stages because I legitimately thought he was going to be a danger to himself if I plopped it all out there. I wanted him to have had a base of therapy before I laid it all out. He didn't believe this.
He was, in the past, according to him, always my biggest fan, he called me his beautiful bride, said I was the most beautiful woman in the world, had nicknames for me, etc.... but if I'm being honest most of this was superficial for at least the last 7 or 8 years or more. He had been more interested in his phone than me in person. I'm no saint in this though. I was resentful, bitter, angry about having to have been his mother all these years rather than feeling I had a partner by my side. The alcohol, anger, porn, those were bad enough, but to see him being what I always called his "saint" mode to the rest of the world....nieces, nephews, my sisters, store clerks, restaurant servers, to everyone he was this awesome, friendly, helpful funny guy. I saw that guy sometimes too, but the kids and I were the only ones to see ugly, angry, hateful guy. So which guy is real? I admit that I held him at arm's length with affection. We used to sleep spooned years ago. Now, never, if we even were sleeping in the same room. We used to hold hands, our kisses good morning and goodbye were more than pecks. Not now. Not for quite a while. I sensed something though, my gut was talking to me, and being physically intimate with someone is a vulnerability I was feeling needed more security to express. It is true that our drives NEVER matched. He always wanted more. I always felt like I wasn't doing enough, even when I tried my best.
A family friend recommended a marriage class that I could go to alone, or my husband could go with or whatever. Our friend and his girlfriend go to this class and he says it is great. So I reached out today to see if he was interested. He is. He ordered the books for the class for us and we are set to go Sunday. I'm fairly fearful.
I don't know what really I'm looking for. Your perspective? What do you think? I do know that taking this tiny step made a big difference in not having that pit in my stomach. I feel a little more peace. I know this isn't magic, but I felt like I did SOMETHING. I know my kids would say, why didn't HE do something? It's true.