I fell into my own little world of pity and regret after the chemical, wishing baby had stuck and hating myself and my body for it. I hated not talking to or seeing ex-DH, but something in me felt I couldnt do it anymore. I was tired of fighting with him, felt like we both suddenly wanted different things and a baby didnt factor in anywhere anymore except in my obsessive overthinking mind. I was so confused and scared of where my thoughts were. I thought a lot of awful, horrible things, but mostly I found myself wondering what it would be like to start new, fresh
somewhere different with someone new
and thats when I knew we were done.
I was upset that I was in love with a man who wasnt willing to try make things work for us anymore. He had slowly begun to lose his motivation and drive for life, for wanting to do new things together, he started to blame me for his decisions, and just didnt know how to communicate and chose to debate everything. He was in a rut and I didnt know how to bring him out of it or help him. I couldnt force him to talk and I no longer wanted to try talk stuff through if he didnt know how. It takes two, I know that, but I suddenly felt I was the only one trying, and I knew I just wasnt willing to sacrifice anymore time or give anymore of myself if he no longer wanted the same things as I or if he could suddenly change so drastically. I know people change, but I've never witnessed it that fast over such a short span of time
Finally one morning, I woke up feeling
changed. I thought, Today is the day. And it was.
That morning, he called to tell me he didnt get the new job. He wanted me to console him and give him an ego boost, to tell him it would all work out and things would be different and better once we moved. But I couldn't. My heart wasnt in it anymore. Over my lunch hour, something between us changed while talking on the phone. He sounded tired, defeated, lost and alone, scared and confused. We agreed it was for the best to part ways.
Things got messy by that evening with arguing, name calling, shouting
he made me cry over the phone while driving until I shouted at him to stop, that I couldnt talk to him anymore. He listened to me sob for a few moments before he hung up without saying a word.
He moved out last weekend and held me while we talked a bit. Some of the things he said
its like he was trying so hard to convince himself this was for the best, finally actually being honest and admitting he wasnt willing to work on himself to be better for me and him, and that he didnt know how to communicate or fix things. I told him I knew that, that I didnt blame him, that we were both too blinded by love to realize how miserable we both were after failing for so long to communicate, to make a baby, to move away and start new together. We had just somehow floated along together and tried to make it work without ever really fixing our issues. We had all the love and passion there, but when you also have major communication issues, I see now that it would only ever be doomed to fail. I'll always regret we didn't work harder to try fix it despite us knowing what we needed to do for us to work.. but in time I'll forgive myself and him.
I always told him if he thought he could be happier elsewhere, even if that didn't include me, I'd let him go. He always thought I was being mean saying that. I told him I loved him enough to do that - because that's what true love is, wanting the best for that person even if it doesn't include you. So I've let him go. I hope he lets me go too...
Im finding it easier to move on and focus on just me already. Which tells me I probably checked out long ago and that Ive actually been done for a while. The only hard part right now for me is sleeping in that bed. Our bed. Where promises and dreams were made. Where we made love and tried for a baby. I finally slept in it last night and the night before, after not sleeping in it for 3 weeks. It was awful. But I need to carry on and move forward...
I have surrounded myself with family support and reached out to friends. I have to begin meeting with a mental health professional to help resolve some of my personal issues and to assist with my anxiety and depression. I also have to begin behavioural therapy because I went undiagnosed for so long (they think 5 ½ years from when I was in a car accident on my way to meet DH) which I was told likely played a factor in these past almost-6 years DH and I had spent together and also factors in why I did or said some of the things I did to him like control issues or OCD instances spurred on by moments of anxiety.