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At Bay
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« on: September 18, 2021, 02:59:56 PM » |
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Just celebrated our 50th anniversary. After 18 mos., no matter how sincere the apologies, but also how strong the denials he’d fooled around despite proof, the being a good husband to me didn’t last. I believed him because he had, tellingly, stopped withdrawing 300. a mo. to fund his other life. (I had eventually asked why it was needed considering we charge everything under the sun, and that I wanted half of it! I guess they had to cut back, huh.) His personality and attitude completely changed, with him kissing me everything he left on an errand, returning quickly compared to 2 yrs ago when he practically listed half the places in the phonebook that he needed to go. Followed by "unforeseen" delays.
So, it is a wicked turn of events that is even more demoralizing than his sneaking around and lying about it. At times I was even glad he was gone for the day. Recently one evening, he began yelling at me just like he used to do. Inventing some blunder I'd maliciously directed at him. I was in the kitchen, and for the first time in my life, I sent a coffee cup flying into the sink from across the room. I felt like a gullible dummy, and went to bed knowing if I stayed up, it would get even worse just like old-times.
Earlier this yr, I’d begun to think he hadn’t changed when he over-reacted to something, and later told me he’d thought about leaving me. I said: your clothes are still in the closet and he said that he didn’t mean moving = calling up the woman at the dry clearers to restart the affair?
Watching him message someone, when he thought I was asleep, and then leave the house 18 mos. ago explained a lot of odd things he’d been doing for years. A subject that he still goes nuts about denying even when we’re talking about something i. e., AND At Bay, I NEVER picked up that woman you claim you heard on voice mail and saw texts from. (Also the first person/number he’d texted after I told him I knew what he was doing and I wanted it to stop.) He claimed she never gave him a dirty look at the drive-thru the first time he brought me along to drop off clothes for cleaning. Oh, why did he try his best to talk me out of going there with him that day?
Sorry if I'm repeating myself. This weekend he's giving me the silent treatment that will last the usual 4-5 days and then want to start over. It makes me sick.
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