Today marks 2 years since I asked the two fatal questions: "Is there someone else?" and "Is it still going on?"
4 DDays later, I'm still living in a house with my WS, our teenager, and my MIL (she's here temporarily). WS has been out of work for half a year now. Between him and his mom being here, I have no privacy or time to my own thoughts. It's stifling me, and I'm getting desperate to have my own space. A few weeks ago, WS begged me not to give up on him/us, but I can't find it in my heart to want R or him any longer. I feel like it's only a matter of time.
Teen is in a better place than she was a year ago. I turned in my last book. I have no obligations forcing me to stay, and I can see a lot of upsides in me and teen moving to a rental closer to her school (which is about 30 minutes each way from the house). I'm increasingly convinced that my chronic health problems will not improve as long as I'm in this house with WS and the chronic stress associated with that.
WS is very depressed. He knows things aren't going well with R. He is desperate to win me back, but I'm not sure he ever can. We live like roommates again, though it is now by my choice. We don't talk much about the past, but again, it is now my choice. He constantly tells me he loves me and wants me, and I feel empty or pained in response. He does a lot of work around the house and does most of the care and feeding for his mom, but there are a dozen little things each day that remind me of how he is still motivated primarily by pleasure-seeking or ego-feeding behaviors. And also, all those little things I could overlook when I loved him ... well, they're glaringly hard to look away from now that I don't. I don't love him anymore. I don't even like him all that much anymore. I'm really sad about it, and I feel pity for him, but I when I search for those feelings, there's a whole lot of nothing.
The question is one of timing. I know I'm trying to control the outcome, and that isn't ever possible, but MIL is still recovering from her broken hip. One of our cats was recently diagnosed with diabetes, and we're dealing with his treatment. I feel like we have been jumping from one crisis to another for the past 6 months. Maybe this is what being in your early 50s means.
I'm wondering what my next steps should be. I've started taking some action - writing teen, MIL, and WS letters of explanation. Looking at apartments online and figuring out when I can schedule visits. Making a spreadsheet of how we could split our property. I have a lawyer I talked to after DDay2, but I haven't reached out to her yet. Do I go for a trial separation first, or do I just take the plunge and go for divorce? Either way, I am really tired of this life. Of pretending for people like our kid or MIL that we are depressed and stressed for reasons that don't include WS's affairs and lies. Of waking up each day wishing I hadn't.
Thank you for reading this far. Advice, commiseration, or any other thoughts are welcome.