After months of stalemate atnd denial, my husband signed the divorce agreement on Monday with very little negotiation. I was literally in shock. After the intensity of the stress and anxiety of the last six months, I felt like I was a rock plummeting over a cliff and crash ... It was done just like that.
I was expecting a fight and almost wonder ... what's up? It seemed to0 easy.
Ever since then I am vascilating from tears of failure and grief to feeling really good and hopeful. It's bizarre. And, all I keep thinking is did I do enough? Did I try hard enough, maybe there's more I could do. Then I think- maybe I tried too hard and stayed too long.
I don't know what to think. To make things worse, he isn't leaving until Feb. 1, so we are still living like a family. I just keep thinking this is the last normal holiday my kids, 13 and 15 will ever have. Maybe I can try harder. Maybe.... Maybe.... But then smash back to reality: My husband is literally screaming at me in the car because I gave him the wrong directions and he had to turn around. What makes this so bad, is not 20 minutes before I just got done dealing with a situation at work where a mom and her child were killed in a pedestrian train wreck. A four and two year old survived, but were in shock and couldn't communicate their last name and we couldn't find their next of kin for several hours. I tried to talk to him about how terrible the situation was...instead of compassion he yells over something so stupid. That's the real him - no compassion for anyone - selfish, selfish man.
Why then do I still wonder can I do more - have I done enough. My head knows that he is responsible for himself and his actions. I mean he blew 80 grand of our money, hasn't worked in two years and has put me in debt to my eyeballs.
Why, then do I feel so bad? I am worrying about where he will live and will he have gas money to see the kids and can he afford to pay the $5,000 credit card that he's getting meanwhile I stuck with a mortgage, a $20,000 school loan and about another $2,000 in bills. I can barely pay the bills and will either have to get a second job or do some free lance work if I can find it. He's not worrying about me or the kids, right?
I can't think straight. All I want to do is cry for my kids. At least he was around to take them places, etc. and was still somewhat of a dad even though his evil meaness rears its ugly head at any given time.
How will I ever feel like I did enough. Why do I even care?