Well… I’m not sure what to do anymore… Or if there even is anything I could possibly do.
So on Monday we went a state above us to this city we loved to camp in. We found this amazing place to hike (we’re all for outdoorsy stuff). We climbed on top of the damn huge waterfall and you could see for miles out to the mountains. It was just gorgeous. I made comments about how it’d be an amazing place to elope. I said I loved being up there with him. God I felt it was such a special place for us. Our new place. Our own fucking place that would be fucking special.
We got drunk that night and I started crying asking him why he won’t come back. Why he doesn’t want me. He grabbed me as hard as he could and said he is and that he loves me and he wants to be with me forever. We had a wonderful night.
Tuesday night he makes a comment that he wants to get out of town. He feels suffocated by me. He feels smothered.
Wednesday morning he leaves at 5 in the morning. He doesn’t answer any texts or calls all day. I realized he was with her. I looked at his bank statements and he was in that city that we were just in on Monday. So it’s now 8 pm and I decide to drive up there to find him. I get an hour into the drive and see him pass me on his motorcycle coming the other direction with her on the back. So I low-key follow them and he pulls into this waffle house. So I figure he’s coming home soon. I get home at 1o pm (he’s been gone ALL damn day at this point). He doesn’t come home. At 11 I get in my car and drive up to that waffle house. Well she’s laying on the back of her car and he’s in between her legs with his arms resting on her stomach and his head in her lap.
I kinda freaked. I got out of my car and walked right up to him and asked to talk. I started stuttering and saying random shit. I said “I thought you left her” and he said “I’m in the middle of talking about that actually”. He said he’d love to talk to me later that night and that he’ll be home soon. So I leave.
He comes home and I tell him about the nightmare day I had. We play our online game for a little and then we go to bed. I get on Facebook to see that he took her to that waterfall that I thought was special. He even took pictures of her laying up there. When I had to practically beg him to take fucking pictures for us up there. But he willingly took fucking pictures of that stupid bitch. I asked him straight out if he left her or not.
He said that what he told her is that he’s tired of both of us. He’s tired of this situation. He doesn’t want either one of us. He’s just sick of the whole situation. He didn’t explicitly tell her they’re broken up but he told me that they’re “not really together”. Of course she doesn’t know this. They’re still texting and talking and I’m sure the tone of it hasn’t changed. I’m sure she still sends him naked fucking pictures and says she “loves” him.
Friday night he made a comment that he’s smothered by me again. That he can’t go to a different room with out me following. Can’t do anything alone. I don’t leave him alone ever.
This morning he had a meeting to go to at 7. He woke up at 5 and I just laid in bed so I wouldn’t disturb him. He came in a few times to cuddle me and then would leave again. He left at 6:50 to go to work and kissed me goodbye. I went to work at 10 am and I guess he forgot I was working. He came home and saw I wasn’t here and realized my laptop was locked and so he called me three times in a row and left three text messages trying to figure out where I am and why I’m not home.
I get off of work at 2 pm and he’s not home. He doesn’t come home til thirty minutes later. And we eat lunch and change the oil on his bike and take a nap. We wake up from the nap and he’s angry and frustrated and so I give him a huge hug and he “leaves to go to his dad’s house”.
What I didn’t mention is that this morning he called his brother (they have major issues with each other). And that didn’t go over well at all. His brother thinks we’re still together and he brought me up quite a few times and just bashing me. Bashing my ex for being with me. Going on about what his (the brother’s) step daughter would think seeing me and my ex being together and the way that we got together. Just all this bullshit. And told my ex he didn’t care if he died on the side of the road and that my ex deserves to be in prison right now and that he got off light for what he did. Just all this bullshit. So it weighed on my ex pretty heavily and is what caused a lot more anger and anxiety for him.
But anyway. My ex leaves and I sent him this text: "Hey you,
I know things are messed up and confusing and stressful. But I don’t ever want you to think you’re alone. If you want to vent with no input from me, let me know. If you wanna scream with me. Laugh with me. Cry with me. Punch a wall with me. Just let me know. It’s hard to pull back and not just hold you and protect you. I just want what’s best. What’s going to heal you and strengthen you and make you feel better. You’re never alone my love. Never will be in your entire life. I will always be right there beside you to help you in every way I can. Whether that’s figuratively or literally. Your brother is a dick head and I don’t want you to think of lesser. You’re not. Shane wouldn’t be saying all of that shit if you were. You’re strong. You’re smart. You’re badass. And you’re doing an incredible job with your life. Wonderful father. Hard worker. Amazing beyond Amazing husband. I love you so fully and entirely Tom. You’ve got this.
"
Ex says “thank you so much” and then tells me that he’s gonna go two hours away to his mom’s house to spend the night. Tomorrow is his father’s birthday so I more than likely will not see my ex tomorrow. I don;t know what to do anymore. I’m at the point that I’m so tired and frustrated and exhausted from playing this fucking game and fighting for this. I’ve been in this position for three fucking months and i can’t stand much more of it. I know it’s not right. But I can’t fathom leaving him. I promised him for three years to never leave his side. To never give up on him. To love him through the shittiest times. I know he’s the one for me and I can’t lose him. But fuck if I can even get through this anymore. I’m so emotionally drained.