gr8ful, I am so sorry your wife assaulted you. It is really disgusting how our system is rigged to just shrug off things when it's woman-on-man violence. You didn't deserve the physical violence, any more than my BH did when we were dating.
Dude:
To me, your husband is simply posturing about D, annulment, discernment, etc. I’m guessing that he wants R but doesn’t want to show vulnerability and wants to protect himself. However, he would like to be vulnerable with you.
This is it, right on the money. We both have deep issues being vulnerable with each other- him because he wasn't taught to deal with his emotions (his family stuffs them or ignores them) and from being so hurt by my anger, resentment and anxiety over the years.
I do believe he wants to R, it's why I'm hanging on. The IC and MC are ongoing and he's making progress. The thing about "waiting it out until he changes" is because I am still making changes myself. We both have a lot of growth to do and we seem to be making progress individually. BH has recently admitted to his expectations being too high for my energy level. He's shared that with my anxiety and depression, he's been disappointed repeatedly over the years with my ability to contribute to his need for joyful companionship. Progress. Hopefully he can explore the environment that exacerbated that and his role in it. Perhaps he can also look into his own entitlements when it comes to luxury goods... it's his journey, and he's got to walk it a step at a time. Just as I do.
Progress together is dicey though... I have a TON of PTSD around the unsafe financial practices of our earlier marriage. We definitely are NOT on the same page and don't see things eye-to-eye. This weekend's anxiety attack was brought on from my own stuffing of my anxiety from unpaid bills. We're saving every scrap of cash to get through the closing costs of the refi. It's going to save us $800/mo. It's a major piece of the "financial health" puzzle and a big deal to obtain- it frees up a TON of cashflow to catch up on other debts and start saving in a serious manner.
Still, all that said, we've had to delay paying bills this month (closing is HOPEFULLY next week, barring any more delay). We've got shut off notices in the mail again and I HATE being late on anything. It's put me right back into the place of feeling helpless and vulnerable to not having gas or electricity again. We're low on groceries and didn't have some basic staples for the house. BH came to me and said he was going to take the kids to get their school snacks for the week. I said that was fine. I wasn't comfortable coming to him and saying, "hey, we need eggs, milk, cheese and bread" because I knew he was trying to be tight with money and conserve cash. We have a history of arguing over what is "essential" and him criticizing my grocery shopping as "getting non-essentials" when I buy things like cleaning supplies.
Anyway, he was about to leave and I was anxiety cleaning. I told him I needed eggs, etc. He was taken aback because I had originally appeased him and said "only snacks is fine" when it wasn't. We got into a big argument about me not being honest and me not feeling safe about getting basic needs met. He threw around phrases like, "you're the only one who needs eggs!" Really? He east hardboiled eggs for breakfast, my daughter like sunny side up eggs and I eat eggs for breakfast all the time. The argument on his side with that was, since I'm the only one who sees them as a need, why is it really a need right now.
Belittling, shaming and down playing my need for basic care. I once had an anxiety attack over buying pads for my period- again, trying to skimp by. I'm not honest with him, I have anxiety attacks and snap at him and he in turn belittles, shames and disrespects me.
We then got into it about how the whole day is wasted again by my anxiety. How it's not his job to manage my anxiety (it's not) and how he's continually disappointed by these draining weekends. All I heard was, "your needs aren't important, you're a disappointment and your anxiety is a drain on me." Fun. So yeah, spent the rest of the day until that afternoon sobbing and crying and hyperventilating.
We eventually did go out and get eggs... sigh.