It’s always so hard to know where to start but I find myself in a position where I simply need someone who understands what this is like. My husband and I have separated in the past. He has delusions that I have cheated on him. All based on random texts and emails between girlfriens, silly pictures from harmless nights out in college, things I have told him truthfully that he believes there is more to, from over the past 17 years. It all came out of what felt like nowhere but he had spent months going through old computers and phones, as well as my emails and text messages. I don't know if it needs to be said, but I've never cheated on him, come close to it, or had any desire to stray married or otherwise.
I left with my three kids when he found a porn/sex tape online and convinced himself that it was me in the video. I actually put up with his accusations of this for months, so confused by all this behavior and his awful outbursts and accusations. It was the first real time that the splitting had happened since becoming adults and having children. Looking back on our early years I see where I missed things. I have been a token caretaker from the beginning. Anyways, I finally left when he told me he had hired a private detective to review the video and that they had determined it was me. I just felt so cornered, horrified, and devastated that I didn’t see any option but to leave. He has never been willing to produce the link to the video for me, or the contact information of his private detective. I have asked many times.
Our home was so volatile. He would wear sunglasses in the house and just check out completely for days. So once the final straw broke we were gone for ten months. He didn’t fight for us back. Still so confusing. I expected him to come take us home immediately but he didn’t. We lived with my parents for 10 months. It was miserable, despite my family being amazing, I was just so heartbroken and confused. I fell into depression. He fought with me still, about all the same things. Writing this all out, I still can’t believe it’s my life. We went back. He didn’t really beg. He wanted us home, I wanted to go home. Things weren’t perfect, though they slowly improved after I saw a lawyer. Not as any kind of threat or flex, but because things simply weren't ok. I have a good family who live far away. He has a job far from home. I was exhausted by the emotional stress and knew after 10 months alone that while I'd have a broken heart that I could raise my kids myself.
Anyways, I can't really explain what happened or why but things improved over the last 8 months after I saw the lawyer. Reading more and more I realize that it's just the same
PLEASE READ. It's exactly what's in the books. I perpetuate the cycle. Any tiny improvement I view as so much bigger and meaningful. I had been doing a good job at keeping my boundaries but somewhere I just lost everything I had learned. When he started withdrawing emotionally and physically I knew what was happening but I didn't see it for what it was. I feel like my defense mechanisms have just totally screwed me in all of this. When he finally split the night before the kids and I left for Thanksgiving (his plan as he had to work, we were going to my parents...again his plan), it was everything that for some reason I thought we were past, all over again. Why did I ever think we were past it though? Why do I keep thinking that we can survive this? He told me I made a mistake marrying him, made a mistake going back to him, threatened to take the kids away from me. He brought up all the things he has gone over and promised to stop talking about a million times, but can't. He was all the awful that he was before.
I tried recording the conversation to get him to stop, he wouldn't. I went into our daughter's room thinking he would never follow me in there to continue berating me, but he did. I locked myself in our bedroom and he insisted I let him in. I finally just put my head under my pillow and refused to respond until he gave up. We didn't talk the next day. I've tried to reach out to him while down here...using gentle logic and reason...and I know it's all pointless. Now he's just slowly starting to act normal. Telling me he misses us, completely ignoring any of my messages about what's going on. He says he wants to take time off in December so that "we can figure out what we will do." Out of nowhere, he's talking divorce. I realize this isn't really out of nowhere but it has not been what we've been talking about or dealing with at all. HOW DO WE LIVE LIKE THIS? Tell me there's someone out there who knows what this is like.
I don't know what to do. I've read Eggshells, when loving him is hurting you, so many others. Right now I'm listening to Stop Caretaking the Borderline...but I need help now. l need someone who understands, at the very least. I need a step to take so that I don't keep doing this so wrong. I've had therapists but I need someone who knows this well and I'll be seeking that support, but nothing can help me right now. I've signed up for the 12 week family course. The thing is that I have to go back home with my kids this week. I'm struggling to keep my sanity. He does not feel he has a problem. He believes everything he has ever said. He thinks I am a horrible person who has cheated and lied and according to him "will do anything to protect myself." Somebody tell me why I stay. Why I say I want more for my kids but don't give it to them? I do love him, at least the good version of him. I know he loves our kids. If I leave and we divorce will he turn on one of our kids? I see it sometimes, it terrifies me. But then, the anxiety this causes me does not allow me to be the best version of myself, I feel like I am failing my kids all the time. This is so lonely. My family and friends will hear, but I think they feel like the BPD is me making excuses for him being an emotionally abusive asshole or far fetched. I think they also simply don't care and think I need to leave and have a better life, and I don't know...I don't know what's right.
If he will never seek therapy, see how he treats me, and try to work at understanding that he is not the judge and decider of all things...it simply won't ever get better right? Why do I want to try to make this work? Why do I still believe there is hope for a life as a family? And most importantly what do I do? How do I protect myself from his verbal attacks when he's splitting?