I'm into month 5 of separation and I'm more confused than ever.
I see my son between 10 and 11 days per month. For now, I am visiting him in his mom's house to minimize the disruption on his life.
When I'm there, we seem to get along OK. Not exactly intimate. And we definitely don't discuss our issues. In all honesty, I'm afraid to rock the boat too much and destroy the precious time I have with my son.
But on the other hand, I haven't seen any samples of the madness that led me to believe I was dealing with a personality disorder. She's been reasonable. Willing to compromise. No outlandish accusations, no angry outbursts, no harsh judgments. We've had fun laughing about cute things our son is doing.
This confuses the heck out of me. She seems to be a completely different woman from the seemingly insane person I have lived with for the last several years.
She asked for permission to take our son to see her family in Missouri for a month. The last time I questioned a trip of that length, she created a narrative in her head that I had "forbidden" her to see her mother. So I am reluctant to say that I am not OK with her taking my son away from me for a month. On the other hand, I am going to be working on Thanksgiving Day, so we wouldn't have a family gathering anyway. She left for Missouri today.
Last night, my son was extremely upset and kept begging me to let him come with me. Tears abounded. I feel like such a bad father right now. It was almost as bad as that scene from "Hope Floats," where the father is leaving his daughter behind.
There were a couple of other things that happened over the weekend that bothered me. Ever since the bizarre incident with me sleeping on "her" bed while she was out of town, I have been very fearful of violating her boundaries. And she has asked me not to be present in the house when she's not around as long as we're separated. The house is in both our names, but I am respecting this boundary for now.
So with her being out of the state for a month, I asked her to sign a paper reiterating the fact that we had an understanding that I was permitted to enter the house in case of fire, flood or other emergency. She refused to sign it. She said, "Of course you have a right to come in here in an emergency....what's this all about?"
So I told her that I had previously expected I had a right to sleep in the bed we had shared, but I caught a lot of grief over it. She told me she couldn't believe I was bringing up an argument from the past. She said it was "done and over with." She said that argument was a "matter of respect." (I couldn't agree more, but I felt I was the one who was disrespected)
I also asked her point-blank if she intended to return from Missouri. I've been asked by more than one person if I had spoken to a lawyer about this Missouri trip, so I don't think it was unreasonable to ask the question. She became very offended that I would even consider asking the question. She said the last few visits have gone better, and that we've acted like "friends," so she couldn't believe I would question her intentions.
Finally, as I was preparing to leave, she pulled me aside to say, "I know you don't believe this, but we're both going to miss you." She also said that our son has been struggling with my departures a lot and has been asking why "Daddy can't live here any more." And she said, "I don't know what to tell him. I can't very well tell him you left because you don't WANT to be here...." This comment disturbed me because it was an indication to me that she still thinks this is some kind of mid-life crisis or something. It seems to indicate to me that she still hasn't accepted the fact that this is a result of HER behavior.
I'm just so emotionally worn today. My emotions are completely done. I don't think at this point that I could ever feel love toward her again. Not to mention the fact that I still worry about weird things I shouldn't have to worry about, such as whether I can enter my own house if an emergency arises.
On the other hand, if I walk away, I want to walk away knowing I gave it my best. And my son's cries as I got in my car to drive away will haunt me forever.
I just don't know what to do. I can't go back to a loveless marriage where I feel like I'm always going to be judged about things like which bed I sleep in or how I clear my throat to talk on the phone. But I also don't want to destroy my son. I don't want to give up if it's not the right thing to do.
I just feel so lost tonight.