Day by day

This last week has been the epitome of a roller-coaster week.

The previous weekend seemed nice with nice Mother's Day surprises.

Monday I discovered the porn viewed over the weekend and hidden from me, with multiple boundaries broken.

The next several days were spent in a rage. I sunk into a pit of despair. I seethed with anger. I stewed over how I was going to make it as a single mom.

Wednesday I let him in, just the tiniest bit, and we watched an addiction webinar together and tensely talked about a few things.

Thursday he messaged me to let me know he had acted out again. I tried to respond appropriately, but that night when he came home from work, it was the full-blown addict. No air of humility about him or gratitude that I was understanding earlier that day. He came home on the offensive, lashing out in his guilt and stress. He criticized, belittled, blamed, and acted arrogant and selfish.

I lost it. LOST. IT. I was angry about him acting out. I was even angrier at his entitled, selfish attitude and that he was attacking me unfairly. I yelled, I threw oven mitts, I smashed utensils on the counter. I shoved him once. I told him to get the divorce papers. I hated him. I felt utterly broken that night as things continued to worsen throughout the evening. I had asked him to leave, he didn't.

Friday morning I couldn't even bring myself to acknowledge him. But at some point, I felt pangs of guilt for my rage the day before. I emailed him to say sorry for my poor behavior and to explain some of my feelings. He promised he would be gone that night.

That night, he came home a different man. His eyes were soft again, not cold and steely and distant like the day before. He took care of the kids. He was helpful. Then, at about 9:30 pm, he packed a bag and got ready to leave. But....my anger was gone. What on earth was wrong with me? I wanted NOTHING to do with him ever again just 24 hours before. What had changed? I didn't want him gone really. I knew he didn't want to leave, but he was trying to respect my wishes.

I asked if he wanted to talk. He instantly dropped everything and came to sit beside me on the couch. We talked in kind tones. We were honest about our feelings. We came up with a plan to avoid angry outbursts in the future. He listened. He reached for my hand, and I let him. The "real" husband was back. I didn't make him leave that night, but he did still sleep in the basement.

Saturday was busy getting ready for a couples baby shower we were hosting that night. Things almost felt...back to normal? That wasn't right, was it? That's not how it was supposed to be. I didn't want to see him ever again, right?? But that day I was reminded of my own humanity and tendency to sin, and I was humbled.

Sunday I felt raw, needy. I needed love. I needed it from him - the very man that has caused so much fear and hurt. I turned to him and wanted him. It still feels crazy to me, but it feel like the right thing too.

I don't know what the future will bring, but right now, I'm trying to live one day at a time. It is confusing when each day feels so different. I don't know if the way I'm feeling is "right" or "wrong". But is there a right or wrong? It's just how I feel. I can't really control it, I can only respond to it in the healthiest way I know how.

Husband has a new sponsor that actually seems to be doing something. He started writing in a journal. Hopefully, this is a more permanent change. But, if it is not, I know what I need to do, and he knows what will happen also. Until then: one day at a time.