In March, I went though a very painful and messy divorce in which my husband cheated on me, then eventually left me for his ex wife, the woman he cheated on me with. My husband fought me tooth and nail for full custody of my children, and lost his battle. So since he's lost his battle, he's not come to see my children at all. Obviously, as much as this hurt me, it hurt my two girls even more. no matter how much I begged him to see them, all I got in return was spite and malice. So I stopped asking.
Around a month ago, I started getting my things together, getting ready to move out of the state. Well that didn't happen. According to the law of the state that I live in, the legal custodian of a child cannot leave the state if the other legal parent doesn't consent to the move. So my ex decided that he didn't want me to leave the state with his children, therefore effectively keeping me from moving. Sigh. Bastard.
Friday evening, he graces my doorstep with his presence unannounced, coming around to beg for me to allow him to see his daughters for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now I'm not so bitter and cold-hearted as to say no to what he wants. But my fear is that the resentment will return after all of the holiday cheer has ceased. Am I reasonable in my fears?
So we talked. I didn't think it would happen, but we did. We talked about a lot of things, though it mostly pertained to the children and his asking me why I needed to move to New Jersey, which I then proceeded to tell him why it was really none of his business.
The mere idea of my ex ever even making any effort to see me or my girls was something that was placed far from my mind. But now that I've seen him again for the first time in moths, and hearing him talk about his ex/new wife, and their incoming baby and their happy little family while I work and work and take care of two girls on my own...it makes me sick on the inside. I see him and remember all of the wonderful times we had together as husband and wife, and how I always thought that we could work through anything, infidelity included, and how I knew that I never "believed" in divorce, even though I was forced to face it when he filed for it. It's confusing and sickening at the same time. I miss my family. I miss everything we had, and I keep wondering where I went wrong. What did I do to make him not want me? I could never understand it.
So before he left, I asked him why he left, why he walked out on me and my kids in Christmas morning last year and why he did everything he could to drag me through the mud during our divorce. He simply said "I loved you, but it wasn't enough to suffice." And then he told me that he still loved me. Now I'm confused, and I don't know what to think anymore.
What is going through his head? Why is he doing this to me?

