Honestly CAL35, I don't know if the issue is that you aren't doing the work, or if you don't know how to get your brain to do the things you want/need it to? Your story reminds me of my own in many ways. At three years out, I still felt so very lost. We'd go to MC every week, talk on SI, read the books, and so on, and it all made sense to me logically, but when it came time to make changes in myself, I just sort of caved in. For me, part of it was that I had gotten myself so deeply rooted in shame and guilt that I couldn't see past it. How exactly is one supposed to learn to love themselves when everything you know and feel about yourself says that you should really do the world and favor and just stick your head in a wood chipper? The other part of it was simply that I had been living with this "victim" mentality all my life (from my FOO roots) and didn't know how to be someone else. It would have felt no different than if someone had told me that I was actually a dog, not a person, and that in order to heal, I had to accept, and live, my life as a dog. While the instructions on that are pretty crystal clear, the actual doing of it is another matter altogether. Changing who I was and how I felt about myself was terrifying, and the fact that I knew I needed to make it happen and yet couldn't seem to... even more terrifying. I felt like a loser, and trying and failing over and over again only reinforced that self-perception. Let's face it, all WS's walk in the door with self-perception issues, and the fact that we just went and did what is arguably one of the most damaging things one can do to one's self-worth, makes it all the harder. It's like hitting rock bottom, only to take out a shovel and start digging to see how much worse it can get.
The only thing I can tell you is how things eventually turned the corner for me. To be honest, I just got sick and tired of it all. I was tired of hurting my wife daily. I was tired of being reminded of how much damage I did to our kids. I was tired of feeling like a failure every day of my life, and tired of watching myself either try and fail, or not try at all, and seeing the same results regardless. I wasn't happy, no one in my family was, and I was the cause of all of that. As terrified as I was to be alone (and being afraid of being alone was about 90% of who I was in total) I had finally gotten even more afraid of, and tired of, being the catalyst for spreading pain to the people I loved most in the world. One day, I said, "fuck it" and began to plan my exit. I'd get a crappy little apartment I could afford. I'd live alone. I'd ignore my own neediness and simply accept the fact that I'd be better off alone (everyone would) and that I would just spend the rest of my life as a hermit mostly, and that I would die alone and unloved and un-thought-about. And as much as all that sucked, it at least seemed to limit the damage and misery to me, and then my wife and kids would be free to live their lives without having to have their selfish, abusive and dysfunctional father/husband around to make their lives suck unnecessarily. It just seemed as if the most "unselfish" thing I could possibly do was to stop trying to control the outcomes. I could stop putting the burden on my wife to decide daily if we would R or D, just man-up and make the hard decision so she wouldn't have to. I was already the bad guy anyway, so if everyone hated me for giving up, so be it, and maybe it would make it easier for them to forget me, and if they forgot me, would that make life better for them?
I don't know how to explain this, other than... being willing to throw myself under the bus for the good of someone else, actually WAS an unselfish thought for the most part. I had gotten to the point where I was willing to live a shitty, lonely life so that I could free up my family to live lives where happiness and laughter and joy could exist again for them. For the first time in my life, it wasn't lip service. I wasn't looking for anyone to talk me out of it or feel sympathy for me. I was going to own it, to my detriment, to the death. I was going to sacrifice my life and happiness because it was the right thing to do. I couldn't be a better person, so better I should just go away. I was a thorn that needed to be pulled out.
That line of thought finally allowed me to "go there" when I couldn't before. It allowed me to actually own who I was and what I had done, and to do so without shame getting in the way. Owning shame makes it go away, FYI. It allowed me to actually care more about others because I was no longer worried about my own life or consequences or anything really. I was not only no longer afraid of negative consequences anymore, but I actually desired them. Because owning all of that took away all need and all effort to be defensive. It made my choices simplistic. It actually made right and wrong so much clearer. And when that happened... integrity happened. Authenticity happened. Empathy returned. Not giving a shit or even so much as a thought about my own welfare and desires meant that I had freed up the ability to care about others instead. And then everything turned around.
Somehow, by owning that shame and embracing it as "this is who I am and what I did", freed me. When I owned my shame, it no longer owned me. It no longer controlled me, or motivated me.
By deciding and recognizing that my marriage was already over, it allowed me to stop trying to control it, or manipulate her. You can't save that which doesn't exist, so instead, that freed me up to focus on other outcomes that I couldn't accept before. If she found someone new and remarried and was happy, that was okay with me now. Not what I wanted, not at all, however, it was an outcome that would have resulted in her happiness, and since I no longer had to worry about my own happiness, I was free to be happy for her, and whatever brought that happiness to her. I wanted to the one to make her happy, and I was going to try, but if I failed, I could still be happy for her, and do the right thing.
By accepting what I had done, and the fact that I really was "that person", by accepting my own disappointment in myself and learning to accept my guilt without allowing it to define me, that allowed me to remove the shame wall that blocked my way forward. I was able to put the shame in a bucket, and drop that bucket on the road, and then keep walking. The shame remains, but it remains in its place in time. I am ashamed of the things I did and the decisions I made at that point in my life, but I can also see that I have other parts of my life that I am extremely proud of, and more than that, places in life that haven't occurred yet. And now I get to decide what my story will be moving forward. I get to decide what actions and decisions to take, and I take ones that will allow me to feel good about myself long term. I learned that by owning my mistakes and misdeeds from the get-go, they never even get a chance to take root in shame, in fact, it improves my outlook for me, and allows others to retain respect for me. When people say that it feel like an anchor was removed from your ankle, it really does. When you love yourself enough to be a good person just because it's the right thing to be, everything just suddenly seems clearer, easier, less painful and more joyful, or hopeful. Sure, life still sucks big donkey ding dongs sometimes, and it always will. However, when you are a person of authenticity and integrity, then it reduces "the suck" to itself. In other words, you no longer have to deal with guilt and shame and lies and pain and fear on top of everything else. You go to bed with the clear knowledge that it is life that sucks, not you, at least, not today, and so you can live and sleep soundly.
My hope is that something in my story might connect with you as well. You don't have to be perfect, and you may not succeed in everything you want to. And I am in no way suggesting you give up on your work or your relationship! What I am suggesting is that you allow the relationship to end up where it ends up, and instead, focus on yourself. You said you don't really make an effort. Okay, so... own that. This is the point in your life where you are not making an effort. And see how that makes you feel. And don't allow me, or your spouse, or anyone here to define for you how you are supposed to feel about, just focus on accepting it, because that's who you are right now. And then, you can make choices. And you don't have to feel ashamed of whatever choice you make because you've already accepted that part of yourself. Stay that way and you are who you are. Change, and you will be who you will be. But either way, you are you, and you made a conscious choice to be that person. And just know that you can always change your mind. If you can't run today then it's okay to walk, or crawl, or just roll over. Even rolling over is more than doing nothing, and that's something, and you can decide what level to involve yourself in things that make you feel better about who you are. Once the switch flips, the changes come rapidly. It's okay to not hate yourself. It's more than okay.