Mary, you asked how our separation went. We did a 3-month in-house separation, at my demand. It was really hard at times to remain living under the same roof with the one you love, yet cohabitate as nothing more than roommates. I told him he was taking the couch and I was taking the bed. He was not permitted to touch me whatsoever. Not even in an affectionate, non-s*xual way. He was not permitted to talk to me about anything of an emotional nature, only about things that pertained to the household in general. I had had it with him. I had hit rock bottom, when after almost a year in recovery, I discovered his secret on-line interactions with 2 other women. And getting him to talk was like pulling teeth. I decided that if he wasn’t going to tell me everything, then I didn’t want to know anything. It had to be all or nothing.
I needed to start rebuilding myself for my own survival, and I needed to stop having a relationship with him for that same reason. I told him he could take this time to work on himself also, or he could whittle away the time by wasting it – his choice. But I told him what he did was totally unacceptable, and if that was what I could expect from him, it didn’t work for me, and we would be done. I told him, “My heart just can’t take any more. It just can’t.”
Up to that point, I had been going with him for his CSAT visits. There didn’t seem to be much in the way of accountability, but I figured that was only b/c I was also in the room, and that my h was using his sponsor to keep himself accountable. As it turns out, no one was making him accountable. That’s why he did what he did.
I stopped going with him. At that last visit, I told both of them that I had to step out of, back, and away from my h’s recovery and from having a relationship with him, so that I could focus on my own healing, b/c otherwise, I was not going to survive. What I was demanding shook my h up pretty bad. I told him, “I am not doing this to punish you. I am doing this to protect myself from being hurt by you any longer.”
So I worked on myself during those 3 months by visiting another message board like this (I’ve since learned I prefer it over here), journaling, and seeing my own therapist, as well as spending time with family and friends. I did my own thing. I remained separated from my h in nearly every sense of the word. The only time we spent together was each night at the dinner table. I continued to cook and do his laundry and all the other stuff I had always done around the house. I told him I expected him to keep doing yard work and such. So we each continued to play our own household roles, without having a relationship in the true sense of the word.
During those 3 months, my h hunkered down and did his own recovery work, in a much more focused and intentional way. He seemed to be finally stepping up to the plate. He knew I had had it, and he knew he was at risk of losing me. He was reading books again, doing the workbook lessons, working the 12 steps, going to SA or SAA meetings 3 times a week, had a sponsor, and saw his CSAT regularly. I saw him approach his recovery far more seriously than I had ever seen him do it before. B/c of this, I assumed he was struggling less to avoid a/o, and I assumed he was learning what he needed to learn. I assumed it would result in huge changes.
During our in-house separation, his car got repo’d. We worked together as a team to get through it, and we did so beautifully, with grace. It seemed like we had the ability to get through any crisis together, except the ones that involved our relationship.
There was no set timetable when we began our in-house separation. It just happened to last for about 3 months. Shortly after the car repo, we ended it. Things were great for the first few weeks. My h was being transparent with me. He admitted to a couple of things he had done, that he would not admit to before. We had built momentum, as far as openly communicating with one another. It felt as if we were experiencing that emotional intimacy that had always been so elusive between us before. He had this newfound ability to talk, and I was strong in being able to hear what he had to say. We even talked again about him giving me that full disclosure of everything he’d ever done, b/c he’d never admitted everything to me. I only knew about what I’d discovered and the few things he did admit to me. But there was so much I never knew about (and still don’t). I think my current fear of disclosure is due to this last time when he gave so much to me for a few weeks, only to take it away from me again. I don’t want him to disclose to me and then leave me to deal with the fallout from that by myself.
But this transparency didn’t last. He stopped talking again. He became complacent again. It was as if now that he had me back in his good graces, he didn’t need to keep up with the work. He took advantage of me. He stopped going to his meetings (but that is a whole other story, b/c though initially I was concerned, in hindsight, it was for the best). He no longer spoke to his sponsor. He stopped working the 12 steps. He stopped reading, and he stopped doing the workbook lessons. The only thing he kept up with was his CSAT visits. I began to emotionally plummet again. I noticed some of his negative behaviors had returned, such as his irritability, “looking” in my presence, interrupting me or not even listening when I spoke. Both my emotional and my physical health began to deteriorate. I married him a month later, against my better judgement, b/c I desperately needed his health insurance.
So our in-house separation seemed to do a lot of good in the short-term. But in the long-term, it did not.
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