Here's a theory I'm working on. At this point, my husband is being such a different person than I knew, or rather the worst version I could imagine him as, I am trying to think of it like this: My husband, the man who loved me and said he'd always come home, is dead/gone/irretrievable. The man who has taken over his body has made very clear that he A) doesn't value me B) Doesn't want a marriage and C) Doesn't care enough to discuss our future/financial stuff. Therefore, begging him to come home, begging him to remember his promises, calling, texting, whatever, WILL DO ME NO GOOD. My Kevin is not in there, it is evil twin man.

I know that in the long run, this sounds like it absolves him of what he has done to my life. But in the short term I am hoping my attitude will help me deal with him better (should he ever talk to me).

The thing I know about my husband is that when he freaks out, when he has major decisions to make, he wants me to sit down and talk it over, work out a plan, be the logical one, and I've always been happy to do that. But he has created this mess, broken all his promises, and I don't need to do that for him anymore. Which is not to say I need to be hateful or mean (god knows I'd like to) it is just to say that I don't need to be supportive or helpful to him. He wants this full-of-freedom, free-of-responsibility life? Then his decisions are up to him. Or rather, up to the evil twin.

Yeah, we'll see how long this theory lasts me.