The email password he could've changed long ago and I just didn't realize it. The facebook thing was a strange story. A few weeks after the bomb, I decided to check it out and guessed his password. I did not find any inappropriate messages/conversations between him and anyone else. I did find some things he knows I would not approve of: a photographer's site with some skanky pictures; a bunch of tarot card/astrogology stuff; being "friends" with women I felt were not appropriate friends (but no inappropriate msgs). I confronted him on this. He claimed at the time I am too judgmental against people and a snob... blah, blah, blah. The next morning I got an email message from him saying, "Look all you want and some mean remark..." (He had discovered that I had been in his FB account I'm sure.) I responded back that I was no longer going to look - that he was responsible for his own behavior, basically, and that if he chose to carry on relationships or anything else to the demise of our marriage, it was on him. He changed the FB password. That night (Fri) when he came home, he tried acting friendly and I was polite, but cold. This is the weekend he slept in the office. Sunday night was the big, come to a head night in which he inadvertently sent me the text message I have discussed, meant for someone else. I began IC Monday. The big email discussion about our future came on Tuesday, initiated by him. Since then, he has not been belligerent anymore or talked about leaving...things have been good, yet distant.
I'm just not sure what it all means. Is DBing working? Was my confronting him about the FB and text enough to put a kabash on what was going on? If so, why is he still being so distant and not affectionate at all? Do I dare bring up the R again? (My instinct says no, not yet.) Right now I feel I have no leverage to expose anything else... no proof.
He makes comments now in regards to things about our future, even encouraging my decision to go back to school, but these things could possibly apply whether we are together or not. (Being my own devil's advocate.)
