away from her as opposed to the yoyo ride that Angel has been on.
It's not only me, it's my kids as well. The yoyo ride is an understatement.
Let me relate what happened recently: She moved out on a Thursday. The following Tuesday she moved out all of her furniture. I stayed home from work while this was going on. I called her a bunch of names on the way out, I was very angry, and even told her I didn't love her anymore.
Two days later on Thursday night, she told me she was sorry, that she was regretful, that she made a huge mistake, that she wanted to go to counseling with me, that she would never be happy without me and the girls, that she knows in her heart of hearts that we were meant to be together and to be a family, that our family is the only thing that matters to her, that she wants to make it up to me and everyone else no matter how long it takes, that all she wants to be a wife and a full time mother, that the OM means nothing...etc. All the while tears were streaming out of her eyes. I told her I would think about it. In leaving, she gave me a hug and thanked me for listening, a long hug that lasted a minute or so, and her tears were getting my coat wet.
I texted her the next morning not to make plans for tonight, because I wanted to discuss this some more. She told me she was breaking up with the OM and needed to complete that before we talked again.
Guess what? Saturday she was back to the alien.
Sunday, I was on my way to a business trip, and she called and told me she was going to see a psychiatrist and try to figure out what was wrong with her--that she recognized she has a problem.
That was three weeks ago. I don't think she has made an appointment yet.
I haven't initiated a phone call to her since. A few texts related to upcoming spring break and the girls' schedules, that's it. She drops the kids off in the driveway and leaves. I don't go out to the driveway and talk to her anymore.
I went to IC last Thursday...she basically told me I was good to go and to keep doing what I was doing--she was encouraged that I told her about how I want to do things for myself, talked about boundaries, focusing on what I can control, etc. I went in there well-schooled from the PP forum.
A couple of hoovering items recently--she made sure to give me some cookies she made, and likes to snag me on the phone when she calls the girls.
So what's my point here?
1. If you have an unfriendly alien, it does make detachment much much easier.
2. If you have a hoovering alien, your job of detachment is confounded by your dedication to your family.
3. My alien is sort of like chono's, a specialist at the Charlie/Lucy trick. I really don't think it is pre-meditated--i.e. manipulation--I used to, but not any more. I think it is the real person that comes out of the fog, only to swiftly retreat. When my X was telling me those things, I saw AND FELT the real her. The retreat is motivated by the OM narcotic.
4. When I hear stories like Jim's, chono's, an Bystander's alien SIL, it tells me that the real person, the person you knew and loved, is still inside that shell. But the depression, the confusion, the hormones, the (fill in the blank) clouds that real person out. But IMO the real person will emerge from the fog, eventually.
You guys that have the stone cold aliens with no heart (T22, Found, etc) you will be vindicated one day. But you can't live waiting for that day.