WXH just finished his parenting weekend. Like usual he finished his visit midday, and is flying back this afternoon. I don't know why he's never visited for the whole 48 hours he's permitted. I mean, it's not like he has to catch an early flight to get home in time for any responsibilities as he is still on administrative leave. But, I digress...
He and I talked a bit before kid pickup on Friday. He is still waiting to find out what happens next for him with his legal case. They can take the judge's recco to drop the charge or proceed to make an example. As more time goes by I feel it will be the latter. He does as well. He seems more resigned to the inevitable of this not all going away any time soon. He is still very laser focused on his situation - his legal team, media management - and the victimhood of it. I doubt that will ever change. I'm certainly not holding my breath that it will or even should.
I did screw up the courage to tell him that I did not want him moving here when everything is "done." That there is nothing for him here. No friends, no family, no job prospects, a city he does not know. I told him our custody arrangement would not change if he is here; he'd have access same as he does now. I told him to go and move back to a different city he has lived in before, where he has family (including siblings and his eldest child), loads of friends, former colleagues, and job prospects in various industries. It's a short flight from where we are, he could come back maybe for a three day weekend for parenting time, or take spring break and February break for parenting time, or a week or two in the summer. I said that we have a good, solid routine here, that stability is what is needed, that it is important for kids to see their dad but that they are happy and healthy with me, that we don't need or want him here. That he can take the time to work on his relationship with his first child in the same city, which is now strained from this whole debacle. I had prefaced the conversation by saying he didn't need to react or reply, just listen. He did, and said he appreciated the perspective and would take it in consideration. It was very calm. We said no more about it and went off on the school pick up routine.
I know - KNOW - that he knows this. He has no interest in the city we are in except I think he obviously feels indebted to be where the kids are. I know he loves the kids and misses him. I cannot imagine how it just feel to go so long without seeing them, hugging them except he is just used to it I suppose and is OK with it. I swear when I had the conversation, I saw physical relief in him. Maybe he doesn't want to admit it to himself that he does not want to actually come here. Maybe he wants me to give him permission - or a new narrative ("she doesn't want me there") - to explain if he moves elsewhere. He would never admit it to himself, or to me, or to anyone else, but deep down I think he knows a few hard things about himself ...that he is only up to be a PT parent, that the kids are happier with me, that he wants to move to a city where he has people and opportunity versus here. I am hoping at the end of everything that is what he decides to do.
I kept busy over the weekend, seeing friends, prepping for the holidays, running errands, deep cleaning. They had a nice visit, he brought their XMas gifts which were a hit. I had packed a kid gift for him in the suitcase, same as I did for his birthday. Surprisingly, when he did drop off he had a small bag of presents the kids had wrapped for me. Little things (I was nosy and peeked when nobody was looking), a picture book, tea, a blanket, cards signed by the kids and one from our pet. I was surprised he had decided to mark the occasion through the kids. But it also made me tear up. It's the type of things he would get me each year from the kids, and always cards from the pet "signed" in their "handwriting". It felt a little "normal" and also just so awkward. That things are the same, but they obviously are not. That he got the kinds of gifts he usually does but he won't be there to see me open them, ever again, that he'll be doing who knows what for XMas. Sitting at his empty house alone? Or finding a friend or family member to visit? And I'll be with the kids trying to enjoy the moments and making magic for them, but also eagerly counting down until I can just get the day over with. It just .... stings, feels weird, hurts, makes me sad.
Like the other visits, I was anxious to see him. I both dreaded it and looked forward to it. We got to school pickup and I wanted to jump out of the car and also stay in it forever with him. It is such a challenging set of emotions. At the core I am incredibly heartbroken that my marriage is over and I've been tossed aside. Other emotions, the anger and disappointment and shame that has come from all of this have won out more than anything else. But at the core I am just so effing sad. We had a good life and there was so much potential for it be better even better in every way. And he went down a terrible path and blew everything up. I hate that there are so many times that I miss him.