5 days with no contact. I just realized that tonight and had to tell someone!
I’m in my wonderful new condo with Allison. I’m on the road to recovery.
I’ve had enough time to recover from last weekend’s move where John was drunk and wouldn’t let me back in “his” house to retrieve my clothes. I had left them until last so I could take them in my car. Talk about “don’t let the door hit you on the way out” it did.
I had been using the phrase “kicked me out” when describing the situation to my sister.
She said, “Stop saying that! You have a place to go, he “wouldn’t let you back in”. “Kicked you out” makes you sound weak and not in control, but you are in control, you have a place to go. ”
No Contact. The most intelligent piece of advice to a give to a victim trying to get out of a narcissistic abusive relationship.
Here is my list of the amazing things I’ve managed to accomplish without him undermining my every move:
I got a mortgage by myself. He always made it sound impossible.
I found an amazing condo by myself.
I organized the move even though he said the U Haul wasn’t big enough (it was)!
Don’t forget the fact that after trying three times in the last 27 years, I managed to divorce him even though the experience has been worse than imagined. He sent me to the bottom of the pit and clawed my way back out.
I’ve decided my new birthday is March 4th, 2017!
I have been trying to leave John on and off for about the 27 years we’ve been together. It has been an unhealthy codependent relationship since I was 23. He loves me, he hates me, he loves me again. He’s nice, he’s mean, he’s nice to me again. It was constant cycle. And then throw in my Bipolar II four-day cycle, what a nightmare it was to live like that.
Wednesday the day I have been trying for arrived. I am officially divorced from John!
At first I was elated and bouncing around at the news because I had needed the signed decree to close on a condo I am buying. I was cutting it really close, the closing is this Tuesday. That’s all I had been concentrating on for 3 weeks
“That means we are divorced,” I said, “we’ve been together for 27 years and now it’s over.” Without wanting to I began to get a bit misty.
“Do you want a hug?” he asked.
“You wouldn’t give me a hug when my mom died and now you want to give me one, “I asked, “it’s too late for that.”
My tears dried before they hit my cheeks. Thank you, John, for reminding me so quickly and so clearly why I didn’t give in this time.
Feeling crushed tonight.
Times like these I just really want to give in to my illness and feel sorry for myself. I don’t feel like being strong and “high functioning”.
Remember my “Stinging Tears” post? It almost happened again at work today. I am blessed to be working so closely with a woman who is so like me and then again not. I need a man like that.
This time she was in the office with me and offered to leave me in there, close the door and shut the blinds. A little humor goes a long way when your life and emotions feel like they are spiraling down like flushing a toilet bowl. Not the most eloquent analogy, but for some reason that is the mental image that comes to mind.
I have been doing a little spying. No, because this blog is all about honesty, A LOT OF SPYING! I’ve found out through and overheard conversations that someone is not being truthful with me. In face I feel completely betrayed and revolted by what I have overheard by accident. It really was by accident. He was so drunk in the hot tub he didn’t realize how loud he was talking. I also know he thinks I am a complete moron and couldn’t possibly find his secrets.
The bastard has turned me into an obsessed individual looking for anything I can get my hands on. Rummaging through drawers, digging through paperwork and buying a USB recording device that I either leave casually on the table or placed in my bra.
Because this is so against my nature, I am torturing myself with my own behavior! What the hell have I turned into? I know I can’t use this information to help me with the divorce, but I just need to know.
Why do I need to know? I have been living under a narcissist my whole life, 23 years with my mother and 27 with my husband. I can never seem to get it through my thick head that I will never feel justified. I can’t hear another self-affirmation again. I can’t try another “healthy or mature way to take this betrayal” Is taking the high road all that great? The only person it really helps is the offender. The victim is still left with feelings of unworthiness.
I want to shred his clothes. I want to key his truck. I want to tell his mother. I want to make him suffer. Even though it doesn’t make me feel better in the moment, the best punishment for him is for me to outsmart him.
He really shouldn’t underestimate me. I’m not as dumb as he has always told me I am.
It’s 11pm here. Husband still isn’t home. Last week he did the same thing by saying he was running an errand and then after numerous unanswered phone calls to him he arrived 6 hours later drunk.
Oh I told him what I thought of his behavior. This is something I would have never dared to do and he would have never tolerated in the old days (pre-divorce threat). He apologized and explained how it would not happen again. I didn’t believe him. It was the first chink I noticed in his new armour.
Now here I am sitting in bed writing this. Scared and confused actually.
Is the “love bombing” over that fast? I only know about narcissists from what I have read recently. So, although I had been sucked in before, I didn’t know it was happening. I’ve been “love bombed” before as well, but it was just great to get some crumbs that I was starved for.
This seems to be a classic example of a narcissist not being able to keep it up for long.
Now it’s 11:30.
P.S. U2 is touring. I don’t care (much). That’s the kind of state I’m in right now. That really pisses me off!
I don’t know what to say about the last month. I realized that it has only been a little over 30 days since I filed the divorce papers and John decided to go to therapy.
I must say I was a bit disappointed because I was excited to get on with a new life. One without fear and dread every time I saw my husband.
Nowadays it is just plain weird. He is being nice to me. I am at the point that I feel the need to test his good mood. He hasn’t had a flair up and it’s so unusual that it’s unnerving me. I’ve heard about battered women and that as the tension builds that they just wish he would hit her and get it over with. I suppose as an emotionally abused woman maybe it is the same for me. I’m not sure.
I actually tested him. This really is not like me to rock the boat. Prepare yourself for the ridiculous…….
We’ve had the same dish brush for the last 20+ years. John refuses to throw it out. Yes, that is what you read, a dish brush. There was a fight about it a couple of years ago because I tried to throw it away. I must’ve been in a state of true mania, but there you have it, I tossed it. He went on his usual rant and dug it out of the trash. He didn’t just dig through it, he flung trash all over the floor, yelling and going on like finding this thing was a life or death emergency.
Sunday I was doing the dishes and decided to test the waters. I put the revered dish brush in the trash. Lay it right on top. Kept the cupboard open with the trash can sticking out. It was practically begging to be seen. I wanted to see his reaction.
I know he hasn’t been to the therapist for long enough to see a difference in his soul, but is the way he’s been behaving an act or is he really trying to change? Yes, my opinion of him and our marriage rested solely on an old dish brush.
He didn’t see it. I forgot about it until that night and had to unearth it from the bottom of the trash. I will try again, maybe not today or tomorrow. Maybe not with the dish brush, but I will try again.
You may be saying to yourself, “This just isn’t normal”.
And you would be right.
I don’t know how I’ve been lately. It’s kind of a state of being in the past, present and future all day long.
The past is full of bad memories of being bullied into a Vegas wedding, moving to North Dakota and getting a second job to name but a few.
The present is full of resentment for the past, cringing when I see his car in the driveway and dreading when he gets home.
The future is full of fear, dread and a happiness I’m afraid I shouldn’t be feeling.
Today it’s fear. I signed the papers. 26 year marriage over in 15 minutes.
I walked out to the car afterwards. At the door I almost started to cry and then I said out loud,
“Buck up! This is what you’ve always wanted”.