I was already grieving the loss of the man I had loved and looked up to so much @Corny, because the "personality change" overtook him fairly rapidly after the sale of our main business.
I struggled to try to support him to see what was happening to us (supply) as his addictions morphed into new ones that were more diverse, but hidden within a sense of community respectability. As they worsened and began to take over our life, and the rages started, I tried harder to reach him which jyst poured fuel into the fire ..... a strange sort of metaphor to use, because supply is often also referred to as fuel. I had probably caused a narc injury by that stage and he had begun exacting revenge.
Because by that stage I didn't like who he had become at all, especially when the public persona remained as it had been, so my shields went up, and I waited for the crash that never came, believing that I would be supporting him through therapy and in a recovery pathway with medical professionals involved .....
Ha.
Its been the legal pathway that is progressively showing up his illness. The spiel and deception didn't result in more pain ..... it capped it. Understanding as I did that a mask had cone off and this was now the "real him", there was nothing at all of "us" to try to hold on to, or grieve any more, or anything .... it was just no. Done.
That point was the finish of the marriage. The rubbish coming out of his mouth made no difference. As the weeks and months passed, with access to accounts and people who had thought his decisions were supporting us as a strong married couple, the web of lies and deceit is revealing itself like it's covered in sun-kissed dew.
There is quite some way to go yet, but I am not angry ..... at least I don't think so. Disgusted is more the feeling I can identify with, and I have a job to get on with ..... cleaning out and cleaning up, then leaving him in my dust.
Thank you for sharing the description of your home, and the park, and the pets, and the kidlets and swings ...... I can picture you there now in my mind's eye ..... and I get the historical loneliness you talked about. I think it is something that I felt in the limbo I was in waiting for the crash, and hopeful of a return of the him I thought he was, and the us I thought we were. It was very short-lived compared to your life experiences @Corny.
You are sharing your knowledge here though, so I hope there is some sense of value in helping me in my situation, and others in theirs, for the pain amd suffering you went through.
Hugs n hugs ..... 🌻💞