This might be a rather long post. The first part is what I wrote upon returning from the counseling appt. The second is what happened later in the night. Know that I am emotionally beaten up and cannot take this rle coaster ride anymore.
Well
We just returned from counseling and I do believe that I am in a state of shock. (forgive the no commas but the key is not working) I said everything I wanted to and Rob actually contributed as well. I also made it clear that he can snow over anyone...not that it really mattered because real Rob showed himself. I am pretty convinced that the psychologist wanted to punch him at one point and he (shrink) about choked when I suggested a second session.
The most heated part of the entire session was when the shrink was trying to show Rob that two people can hold two different things as important and though they may not be "equal" according to each other they are still valid truths to each partner. Rob could not fathom how being friendly to my cats was anywhere near as important as my going to see his dying father. The doctor kept saying that it was a matter of what was important to the individual and that the individual needed to respect what was important to his/her partner regardless of agreeing with it or not. That was a very scary point in the session actually because both of them were raising their voices at each other and the shrink actually slammed his notebook on the floor when he said "You are not listening!"
I think that Rob's exposure to a male psychologist who actually agreed with me was a real kick in the arse for him. Further Rob knows that this counselor did not know me and therefore could not be biased...except by good logic that is.
So here's the bottom line: the shrink got the message across clearly to me that by refusing to go to Texas I would be hurting our relationship because if I have any hope in saving our marriage I have to trust Rob when he says that he will befriend the cats and support me in my horse showing endeavours. He said that I have to stop living in the past because all I have to deal with is the present. In the long run should Rob not follow through then that would be the ultimate deal-breaker...but if I want to give us a chance then I should respect just how important the trip is to him and go with a willing attitude. So I am going.
Time will tell if Rob means what he says about the cats. He reiterated again and again that he had been deliberately hurtful to me by bringing up divorce and that he never should have done it bla bla bla. He insists he doesn't want a divorce and that he's been a jerk in regards about how he treats the cats/me. Words are merely words...time will tell if he means it. So I am giving him another month. If he means what he says he'll still be working with the cats/following through on his agreements still at that point.
THEN and only then will I feel 100% that divorce is the right option.
Please tell me your insights/ask questions etc. You all have been very very helpful.
I think the hardest part of this will be explaining why I am going to Texas to my good friend who has been my companion and confidant through all of this. He sees Rob as a no-good lying schmo and I don't blame him at all. I still don't trust Rob...but the point is that I have to tell my friend and I am afraid he will see me as weak. In my heart I feel I am doing the right thing--for two reasons: because there is some hope for our marriage and because that's the only way I'll feel 100% about following through with a divorce. Perhaps if I explain it to him that way. One thing I love about my friend is that he's asked me only to be myself with him. He is one of few that I consider a true friend. In the long run he'll be okay. (I think what you just read was my writing/thinking together...heh)
And now to what happened later in the evening:
He walked out of the bedroom to see me on the phone. As I was talking about the counseling appt. (I thought Rob was in the shower), I asked to call my BROTHER back. Rob thought I was talking to "Ed" my friend at the barn. No. Though I did tell him that it was Scot and I was telling him how the counseling went. Rob freaked and asked how many people know. I told him my brother, my aunt, and Ed. He really freaked and grew very angry, to which I responded with anger. How could he possibly be angry with me for reaching out the day I thought our marriage was over? If he was so apologetic about deliberately hurting me, then he should have understood...at least in my book. But no, appearances are all important to Rob, not the real deal.
I am fairly certain I fell apart last night. First I threw pillows at the windows, then I threw all the items in my bathroom drawer on the floor, and then I went outside where I couldn't even think. Rob came in and we screamed at each other. I started packing to leave, but then he left. I called Ed and then my aunt. I was so very emotionally wacked that I told her I'd rather die than endure anymore...and that turned into her telling me that unless I get somewhere safe then she was calling an ambulance. At first I called Ed, but he pointed out that my coming over there may make things worse, which is true. Somehow I got back on the phone with my aunt--Rob was in ultimate freak out mode at this point and very upset because his son left (he kept saying how his son didn't deserve this...), and I just passed the phone to Rob. I am fairly certain that she tried talking to him and then blasted him. Part of me celebrated and the other part cried. When I talked to her again, I assured her that I was not going to do anything foolish, that I was just in a lot of pain and want out of that pain...but not by taking my life.
Since I have sedatives for my anxiety, I took a couple extra and lay down. Rob came over and rubbed my back. When I tried to hold his hand--I have no idea why I tried that--he pulled it away. Then he rolled over and cried about his son. At some blessed point, the sedatives kicked in and I fell asleep.
Sidenote: when I was initially typing my post about the counseling, Rob thought I was communicating with Ed! Not only was he wrong about that, but I was also checking my students' work on the net!
And so here I am now: I want the turmoil to stop. If I divorce, I will feel horridly guilty...did I give this marriage a chance? If I stay and go on the trip, will I be hurting myself even more?
I'm calling my personal psychiatrist in the hopes he will see me today. Until then, insights/suggestions...