This is becoming more and more bloggy as it goes along... I might be moving some of this over to an
actual blog...
Events are moving along. Some good. Some bad.
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So. Big weekend.
After I booted her out (encouraged her to leave for her parent's house early), and sent her a message "Feel free to come home any time before 7:30am monday" I did switch off my mobile and take the phone off the hook. The next morning I did call her and handed the ringing phone to the kids so they could at least say hello. I hung up without talking to her myself.
We had a frustrating afternoon... it was ALMOST hot enough to go to the beach up to lunch time, but it was windy and overcast. Then immediately after lunch it climbed from 26 to 30 in about an hour and the wind dropped off and then we decided to go to the park and it was all hot and I got hayfever and had to go home and we should have just gone to the beach anyway and it was all very annoying.
When I got home the phone rang - my son must have put it back on the hook. It was ringing so I might as well answer it. It was her. I basically had no reason to talk to her. She asked if I wanted her to come home to go to my parents' for sunday dinner or to come home in the morning. I just told her that it was up to her, then passed the phone off to the kids without comment. They talked, then handed me back the phone.
"Ok?" I said. We hadn't decided if she was coming home.
"Uh... ok," she said.
I said "Bye," and hung up.
Both of us spent Saturday believing that it was our first day of being seperated.
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Then at about midnight I sent her a message "I sent you an email".
I desparately want you to come home. You know that.
I want you to come home as early as you can, tell me that I've got it all wrong, that you love me, and that you want to spend the rest of your life with me, that you're just working through some temporary issues, and then I want us to spend a nice day together as a family and go to my parent's house for Sunday Dinner. I don't need you to stick your tongue down my throat. I don't need you to suddenly be ok again. But I do need you to tell me this isn't really happening - that you don't want THIS much distance between us - that you're not willing to risk THIS much. I need you to tell me that your sincere hope for your long-term future is that we be husband and wife.
If you can't do that then, please, be here at 7:30am on Monday. It hurts me too much to see you when I think that you don't love me.
I told you: I'm not angry and I'm not being mean. I'm withdrawing to protect myself.
I desparately want you to come home as soon as you can.
I waited that long to send my message because I wanted to do some exercises and calm down before wording it - I didn't want an ultimatum and I knew that would be how I'd do it, so I waited.
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Some time on Sunday morning I got an sms "Be home bout 1 or 2. Have had good talk with mum, see u soom."
I got a weird phone call from her mum a few minutes later and she said "I just wanted to let you know that we love you and that we think you're great."
It was good her coming home. She seemed to be rested and a bit more able to talk. She actually came and gave me a big hug. And she did tell me that she loves me. And she did tell me that she wants to be with me.
She reckons that talking to her mum was, perhaps, even more useful than talking to the therapist. Her mum is a very smart and empathic person. It bugs my wife that every time they discuss her problems her mum talks about how her prayer-group could help... but that's another story (my wife stopped going to church about 10 years ago).
So she came to family dinner. She let me hug her a couple of times yesterday. And she let me say "Thankyou thankyou thankyou I love you."
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Then last night our oldest woke up, apparently, screaming with night terrors or something 4 times. So my wife was up 4 times to help him, and came back to bed afterwards furious at me for 'making' her go help him, and furious at me because she couldn't then sleep. She'd taken decongestants, drowsy hay-fever tablets (as opposed to the non-drowsy type) and had some alchohol just so that she could fall asleep in the first place and then she was up half the night.
So we woke up today, Monday morning, back where we started, everyone grumpy at each other, her a wreck and demanding that we move one of the big bookcases around in our loungeroom to cut off 1/3 of the room and make a little bedroom there for her. I really dislike that, but I'm willing to do it if it will help her get some sleep.
It's going to be a bit of a drain having her sleep in the loungeroom - it'll mean I'll have to stop watching telly and playing on the internet as soon as she wants to go to bed. It'll also cut off a big part of the house and blah blah blah. I hate it.
But... I guess.... I'll hate that less than how much I hate living like this so I'm going ahead with it. She actually wants to go one step further and actually put a wall across - but that's such a daft idea, I don't want to go screwing up the layout of our house - and now we've started having a "You never consider my ideas" fight today.
Blergh.
I hate that fight. There's nothing you can defend yourself on - other than saying "Yes I did. I considered it and I still don't like the idea."
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So far we've gotten to the stage that she's willing to admit that she DOES want to be my wife for a long long time. We're still a world away from 'Your Body Is A Wonderland' moonlit trysts and gasping romantic yearnings... we've stepped down from DEFCON 2 to maybe DEFCON 3.
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anyway. just got IM message "agh ear getting bad, very very blocked again = ( " so I'd probably better go home and start being patient again.
(Is it awful to say that I find it somehow easier when she's sick?? I'm absolutely not saying that I _prefer_ it - just that when she's happy-ish and healthy-ish and affectionate-ish that's when I'm most aware of the huge distance between us.)