I played second fiddle in my relationship with Roger.
The supporting act.
Mother. Nurse. Cleaner. Bookkeeper. Delivery driver. Etc.
Unpaid farm staff.
When he decided to blow up the life we had struggled to achieve, and I discovered that I would need to get back into the paid workforce to ensure we could feed and clothe our family, he got mad.
But as a covert narcissist, it was subtle. Undermining what I did. Sometimes publicly praising me, but in private whinging that I wasn’t doing as much to keep our home straight.
After Leanne exposed their affair to me, he told me he did it because I “abandoned him.” FFS.
Poor baby. Couldn’t use his words. I had no idea he was feeling so lost! 😂🤦♀️
So, I worked extra hard to heal from his betrayal. Reading, counselling, deeply self reflective. What was I lacking that caused his dick to fall into other vaginas?
While he refused to block her or change his number. Still communicating with her… fucked her again around the two year antiversary of her exposing their affair to me…
I kept working really hard on me. Trying to encourage him to look deep inside himself, to learn and grow from the agony he caused.
I went back to uni, and worked a few less hours. I won scholarships, aced my undergrad degree, majoring in two subjects. Topped my class in one. Second in the other. Embarked on a Masters degree that explored the themes around identity, home, loss, and growth. Gained First Class Honours.
And he bitched about my success. Ever so subtly.
But the kids knew. I didn’t. They told me after he left me that he resented my success. How awful.
Yeah. I didn’t see this while I was living it. I’d get A+s, and be relieved and happy, and he’d dismiss my achievements. Like is it hard to get 100% on humanities assignments??? Nah, must be easy, because Paula does it all the time. No biggie.
He left school as soon as he could. Not one for academic achievement, it wasn’t important to him, I knew that.
And I don’t think it’s the measure of a person. We’re all different. But I also celebrate and admire the commitment of anyone to achieve academic success.
To achieve any kind of success.
Still in the murk here of the very hard!
So, I snapped this wee glimpse of the aurora australis from my almost suburban deck last night to try to help fill my very shaky and scary cup. Missed “the good night” for the southern lights on Saturday because I was at a farewell party.
I am so tired.
So scared.
And running low on resilience.