It was May the last time I posted. I have tried to keep in touch with my blogosphere friends over the last 8 months, but I just couldn’t bring myself to write here. Both COVID and the one-step-forward-two-steps-back process of my husband’s recovery just wore me out.
I’ll look to explore some of what transpired during those months in my upcoming posts, but here is the short version:
The disclosure planned for June fell apart after one of Handsome’s recovery buddies told him it was a mistake to do. His refusal to do the disclosure – despite his acknowledgment of how helpful it could be for me- led to a huge rift and I started to extricate myself from the marriage. Handsome spiraled and shut down. His therapist “fired” him. Our CSAT followed suit (with my consent). He realized FINALLY that he was the problem. He rapidly got his act together. His therapist and the CSAT were reengaged and substantial progress was made. The disclosure was completed (and he put a lot of effort into it), he made it through my impact statement and we’ve made leaps forward into healing and reconciliation.
Just a few months ago I didn’t think we’d get here. The progression has been far from linear, but we are eons away from where we stalled out last summer. It’s night and day. I’m glad to be seeing the sunshine. ☀️
It’s good to have you back, I was only thinking of you the other day. Looking forward to reading your posts ❤️
I miss you Rosie!
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I’m so glad he’s finally stepped up, this is HUGE xo
It was huge. And so very meaningful for both of us. I’m glad we finally got there.
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