I don't want to remain stuck in this place waiting for the karma bus to hit them. But after three years it's where I am. As I've seen so often on this site, my question is, "is she really happy with this person? Is she different? Will she change?" It is hard for be to believe or accept that she will live happily ever after after devastating our family, leaving me, a shadow of myself, in her wake.
Sorry for the depressing rant.
Hi Milo,
That's not depressing at all. It's real, and it's so honest it's ennobling to read.
("ennobling"? had to pause to figure out why I'd come up with that word here. I figure it's because coming here and hearing of your problems and worries reminds me that we're all in this together.)
Listen, I'm not exactly in a great place to be doling out advice, but let me say this, as a sort of aspirational goal (it's where I aim to be myself): the goal is to detach in such a way that whether she is blissfuly, guiltlessly happy matters to you not one whit. She has to become, emotionally, as a stranger to you. She's a chronic condition in your life (as the mother of your children). Some people manage to live well with chronic pain, or a chronic disease, while remaining reasonably happy. That's what I'm struggling to maintain, and it sounds like you're there too most of the time: an at least "2" on a scale of 10 of happiness - this is the image Dr. Craig Childress offered as the goal in another context (parents with an alienated child). Being happy yourself would be your best revenge against her. And to be effective such happiness would have to be really inherent, not a front meant to create a reaction in her. Maybe time for you to get a girlfriend?
Anyways: that's where I am. Way behind you, actually, my battle is just starting. But based on knowing my BPDSTBX, I don't expect "her", i.e. her "mood" and general attitude, to ever, ever change. Whether she becomes happy, remarries, travels the world in luxury or not, I will never "win" as in, see her get her come-uppance. I might, if I'm very lucky, organize my paperwork, am persistent, and always live near my kids' school and her house, eventually get some measure of "justice", as in, fairness, with regards to custody (right now I have 30%). But "justice" in the sense of righting wrongs, of punishment? The challenge with us "fair" people is really appreciating the existence of hard-core psychopathology that is incurable and unchangeable. Personality disorders are not amenable to cosmic justice. The suffering they cause others around them is akin to that caused by a natural phenomenon like malaria-bearing mosquitos: something to managed or resisted and conquered, all with the help of understanding. If you were still in a relationship with her, married, it would be a far different story. You could use your understanding to deal with her disorder. But since you're not, the challenge is detaching, while remaining attached because of your children. She'll become no more than a sort of scrotum-tighteningly unsavoury customer with whom you unfortunately must continue doing business. I have no idea how to do that. It seems like the way to go, though.
If you're inclined to invoke karma, think that maybe karma is working out exactly as it almost always does: somebody once did something very bad to her, and she was helpess to stop the suffering; that helpless suffering caused her to develop a personality that couldn't contain what life threw at her, either then or now. You as the healthiest, strongest, most stable person around, get slipped the unpaid bill from way back when: you suffer, just as she did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it, just as she couldn't stop it either, years ago. That's tragic.
What if we turned around and embraced it? Embraced the suffering? "BRING IT ON! I LOVE PAIN!"
Forgive me - I'm just rambling on. "Bring it on!" is the first "Tool" from that book "The Tools", probably the best self-help book I've ever read. That technique involves getting out of one's comfort zone. I read that book last year, and it's been on my mind a lot lately. I too can't do anything to stop it. My BPDSTBX is on a rampage, and I don't foresee it stopping. And yet - can I maintain a 2 out of 10 on a scale of "happy go-lucky"? That's our challenge. To not get consumed.
At the very least you can sleep easy with a clean conscience that you ARE doing what you can for your children, no matter what.