Back from the funeral. It reminded me of how kind people are and how the stories at our wake are always about who we were, rather than what we did or how much we had. It was touching to see how people come to honour someone else's grief and loss.
Driving home though, I was furious. (There was an email from my STBXH on my phone but I don't intend to read it, so I deleted it) If he'd been in front of me, I would have punched him. How dare he rewrite my life with this lunacy and meanness! Listening to someone else being lauded as a good kind man and a good husband, knowing that he used to be, and now he's just a destructive pompous child... People there asking me what the hell happened to him and why he changed from being lovely to being a weirdo. All I can say is some variation on 'no idea' or 'flouride in the water?' or 'too much coffee?'.
Why can't spouses having this kind of crisis just buy a pre-prepared post it that says "Sorry. Need to run away to boff a blonde, get tattoos and destroy my life for a bit. Not your fault. Keys on the mat. Have signed all assets over to you as I don't want the responsibility. Signed Mr/Mrs MLC". Wouldn't that be easier?
Me: 53 H:38 T:20 M:14 BD ILYB etc 10/15, H diagnosed severe depression S 1/16 PA 4/16 H filed 1/17
