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Post by callisto on Oct 12, 2016 7:50:23 GMT -5
I 'foil myself' in my attempt to leave/ change my situation as I become deeply affected by the site of my husband in front of me, his sad yet implacable shell, melts my heart and my brain and libido exit the building alongside Elvis as I fall into a blubbering mess. In this state, I just want to fling my arms around him and forget everything that is wrong. Even thinking now about it quells my resolve and my stomach quakes.
How do I manage to overcome this emotional pit? How to steel oneself? I really don't know... Write him a letter? This sounds terrible but I don't know how else I am going to manage .. Maybe give him it and leave for a day or so .. It seems spineless and unacceptable but I can't show I mean what I say if I just break down in tears and tell him I love him( which isn't really any longer the main point).
I know that people talk about an exit plan. I hoped there might be something specific about this on the ILIASM forum and am sure there is but not found it yet and could do with any tools. I know I have to consider the emotional leaving and the practical elements of leaving. The emotional seems the hardest by far.
I have consulted a lawyer, not that that was reassuring but at least I know where I'm at...
I don't want to be in this enforced celibacy any longer -13 years. I know this will never change with my husband ( believe me, I tried) and I am already way old enough to have no more time - it feels like now or never if I can be brave enough. Now is my glimmer in the window of hope.
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Post by GeekGoddess on Oct 12, 2016 8:04:36 GMT -5
callisto - have you seen a therapist for yourself? This step helped me to delineate my thinking as well as my plan. I worked on a letter. I hadn't been able to complete a sentence to my husband without interruption in around 3 years. I edited the letter over a 6 week period. One evening, before I was to go spend the night at a friend's house for her birthday - I said I needed to read him something, it was only one page, but I wanted him to let me read the whole thing before we discuss it. He managed to. He "almost" tried to interrupt once but when I looked up at him, he fell silent and I continued. I posted my letter on the forum (but don't know which thread - will try to locate that for you). After I read it, we talked (& he cried - I cried some as well). Right in the letter, I assured him that I know he loves me and I still love him too - but that a brotherly love is not marriage. He asked me to not sleep in the guest room that night, so I slept in the bed (just about as far away in the same bed as we had been for years). The next day, we spoke some in the morning and then I went to the friend's. The following day, got back home and he had gotten over some of the control issues and the most intense pains - acted like a gentleman prepared to accept my decisions. That day I moved to guest room and within 6 weeks moved out of the house. At one point on the night I read the letter, he came and sat on the floor in front of me - he was pleading and I was stoic. He pulled back a bit and looked at me and said "You're like someone I don't even know - I hardly recognize you" (or something to that effect). I knew it was rhetoric so held my comments, more or less. That was pretty much MY point. Here I am, living in the same house with a man who claims to love me but it's been so long since we "really checked in" with each other that he doesn't even KNOW me so how could he love me? Or what about me did he love? He loved his idea of me. (if that - that is actually being generous) Individual therapy could hopefully help you with clarity. I don't know if you have the time you need for it due to being found out. But - I hope you do.
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Post by JMX on Oct 12, 2016 8:06:57 GMT -5
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Post by beachguy on Oct 12, 2016 8:14:53 GMT -5
I waited over 30 years, until any love I had for my wife was extinguished. I don't recommend my strategy. I'd recommend GrantGeek's advice instead.
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Post by beachguy on Oct 12, 2016 10:23:08 GMT -5
callisto - have you seen a therapist for yourself? This step helped me to delineate my thinking as well as my plan. I worked on a letter. I hadn't been able to complete a sentence to my husband without interruption in around 3 years. I edited the letter over a 6 week period. One evening, before I was to go spend the night at a friend's house for her birthday - I said I needed to read him something, it was only one page, but I wanted him to let me read the whole thing before we discuss it. He managed to. He "almost" tried to interrupt once but when I looked up at him, he fell silent and I continued. I posted my letter on the forum (but don't know which thread - will try to locate that for you). After I read it, we talked (& he cried - I cried some as well). Right in the letter, I assured him that I know he loves me and I still love him too - but that a brotherly love is not marriage. He asked me to not sleep in the guest room that night, so I slept in the bed (just about as far away in the same bed as we had been for years). The next day, we spoke some in the morning and then I went to the friend's. The following day, got back home and he had gotten over some of the control issues and the most intense pains - acted like a gentleman prepared to accept my decisions. That day I moved to guest room and within 6 weeks moved out of the house. At one point on the night I read the letter, he came and sat on the floor in front of me - he was pleading and I was stoic. He pulled back a bit and looked at me and said "You're like someone I don't even know - I hardly recognize you" (or something to that effect). I knew it was rhetoric so held my comments, more or less. That was pretty much MY point. Here I am, living in the same house with a man who claims to love me but it's been so long since we "really checked in" with each other that he doesn't even KNOW me so how could he love me? Or what about me did he love? He loved his idea of me. (if that - that is actually being generous) Individual therapy could hopefully help you with clarity. I don't know if you have the time you need for it due to being found out. But - I hope you do. What he didn't recognize was that wife he had just lost control of.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 11:22:10 GMT -5
Crocodile tears.
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Post by misssunnybunny on Oct 12, 2016 15:32:27 GMT -5
I wish I could answer this with profound knowledge of how I found my bravery and left my SM. I did manage to leave, but I don't know how to explain how I found the courage. After so many years of feeling less than, of being made to feel small and stupid, of being made to feel my needs weren't as important as his, I honestly don't know how I found the courage to leave. It took many baby steps, and counseling--individual for me and couples--before I felt I could say I wanted a divorce. Both times I said it was in couples counseling, and the safety of the environment was helpful for me; both times I was shaking with fear, but I managed to say it and follow through the process. The fear of the unknown: how he would react, how would friends and family react, what would going through the legal process be like, how would I manage on my own, all of those felt so daunting, but I managed to face and survive each one, one at a time. Having support on EP (predecessor to here), and wonderful support from family, friends, and my counselor, all helped tremendously.
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Post by bballgirl on Oct 12, 2016 15:57:44 GMT -5
I wish I could answer this with profound knowledge of how I found my bravery and left my SM. I did manage to leave, but I don't know how to explain how I found the courage. After so many years of feeling less than, of being made to feel small and stupid, of being made to feel my needs weren't as important as his, I honestly don't know how I found the courage to leave. It took many baby steps, and counseling--individual for me and couples--before I felt I could say I wanted a divorce. Both times I said it was in couples counseling, and the safety of the environment was helpful for me; both times I was shaking with fear, but I managed to say it and follow through the process. The fear of the unknown: how he would react, how would friends and family react, what would going through the legal process be like, how would I manage on my own, all of those felt so daunting, but I managed to face and survive each one, one at a time. Having support on EP (predecessor to here), and wonderful support from family, friends, and my counselor, all helped tremendously. Everything you said was true for me too! I didn't do couples counseling because when I asked him to go he refused that too. It was realizing the emotional and mental abuse that made me detach. That upset him and eventually turned to verbal abuse, he would say "you disgust me". I could never say those words to anyone. That's when I realized he really did not love me. I also realized the person he became I would not even want to be friends with him. I would not have divorced if I was not able to support myself and my kids so I got legal advice, figured out how things would go and now my life is happier and better.
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Post by unmatched on Oct 12, 2016 18:54:15 GMT -5
I agree with bballgirl. The one word that stood out the most for me in what you said was 'implacable'. You see him sitting there sad, and you feel sorry for him and you still love him. But underneath all that is a hard core of implacability. Maybe if you think about that some more and get to understand and feel what that is really about, you might see his sad face in a whole different light.
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Post by baza on Oct 12, 2016 21:42:37 GMT -5
I was "terrified" at the prospect of leaving my ILIASM deal. - Getting legal advice about how a divorce would shake out for me allayed some of that fear. At that stage I'd moved to "shit frightened". - Constructing an exit strategy, and knocking it in to do-able shape washed some more of the fear away. I was only "scared as fuck" at this point. - Shoring up my support network to help me through what was to come helped too. Moved me to "scared". - Figuring out how to assist my kids transition through such an event also assisted my mindset. "Very apprehensive" would describe it. - However, some more months went by and my deadline (early January 2010) got closer and closer as I "got ready" going over my plan endlessly, refining it, tuning it up. Still in a "Very apprehensive" state. Out of the blue on 26th October 2009, one word in an otherwise innocuous conversation tipped the whole thing arse over head, and I was out. There and then, 3 months ahead of schedule. My initial mindspace then was actually "Elation". That morphed in to a steely determination to start carving out a new life. - Preparation, preparation, preparation. For me, every stage of it helped me deal with and manage the fear. It didn't eradicate it, but it did get it down to manageable levels.
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Post by tamara68 on Oct 13, 2016 9:19:06 GMT -5
I understand what you say about being brave. I had all those fears and doubts too. And feeling sorry for your husband makes it so much harder. Those kind of feelings have held me back a long time. I think you have the courage, more than you realize. But your fears of the unknown can make it seem impossible to get out of your situation. But it really is possible for you to leave. It is not easy, but most likely also not as difficult as you think. Making an exit plan was something that I found difficult too. But you just need to start somewhere, like consulting a lawyer. Make a list of the things you need to solve and ask information and help. Step by step it will become clear. You will get there.
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Post by lwoetin on Oct 14, 2016 3:33:12 GMT -5
I know that people talk about an exit plan. I hoped there might be something specific about this on the ILIASM forum and am sure there is but not found it yet and could do with any tools. I know I have to consider the emotional leaving and the practical elements of leaving. The emotional seems the hardest by far. With your current situation, you have to be brave. You don't have a good choice of staying. He doesn't give you what you need, and you found it elsewhere. He is afraid to lose you. You've done all you can to change him but he has to want to change. The realization of losing you will change him. And it may not be enough to hold on to you. I was in a similar position 3 yrs ago feeling unloved and unhappy, and I was torn with leaving my wife and kids. The emotional part of choosing to leave loved ones was painful. I left the practical part, my exit plan, simply.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 8:58:00 GMT -5
You don't have to be brave. You have to be cold. His crocodile tears have to be like tennis balls bouncing off a brick wall.
Don't think you can be like that?
Oh yes you can.
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Post by GeekGoddess on Oct 14, 2016 9:43:52 GMT -5
You don't have to be brave. You have to be cold. His crocodile tears have to be like tennis balls bouncing off a brick wall. Don't think you can be like that? Oh yes you can. This is where I got. I realized that pitying him is no substitute for the romantic connection I wanted. He had all the control but not one tendency to cherish me. I am not a possession. I will not be played like a damn puppet - my fears manipulated by him for his purposes, to suit his ends. In Marxist theory - he was the owner class and I was the means of production. Screw that (or - there was not enough of screwing that, actually, to keep this worker bee happy). I unionized - with my self and my spirit - and walked. No picket line, no negotiation. The factory (marriage) had to shut down because this proletarian quit allowing the ruling class to take advantage of me.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 11:28:42 GMT -5
You don't have to be brave. You have to be cold. His crocodile tears have to be like tennis balls bouncing off a brick wall. Don't think you can be like that? Oh yes you can. This is where I got. I realized that pitying him is no substitute for the romantic connection I wanted. He had all the control but not one tendency to cherish me. I am not a possession. I will not be played like a damn puppet - my fears manipulated by him for his purposes, to suit his ends. In Marxist theory - he was the owner class and I was the means of production. Screw that (or - there was not enough of screwing that, actually, to keep this worker bee happy). I unionized - with my self and my spirit - and walked. No picket line, no negotiation. The factory (marriage) had to shut down because this proletarian quit allowing the ruling class to take advantage of me. A spectre is haunting Europe...
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