Updating to clarify a couple things... yes I had the papers and all drawn up about a year ago. My father went into some religious rant about he doesn't believe in divorce (anymore) and maybe a person should not just be "thrown away". After he has seen how things have progressed, he has changed his mind and said "get out". The old papers are completely not applicable anymore, they are useless because circumstances have changed.
Take all this and not run away? Well I kinda did, but I came back when I saw it wasn't going to work. Things were going OK while he was in the skilled nursing. I really thought I could handle it. If I could live my life, and go visit him every day for a little while... this was totally do-able. I was trying my best to be as happy as I could be and to have a good time and enjoy life as much as I could. I guess I knew that he was going to get out someday, but I was in denial or something. I was in denial up until the day he got out, I thought all of us protesting his release, they would keep him longer. I knew things would not be good when he returned, I just didn't understand how bad they would be and how I would have a complete meltdown upon his return home. I came unglued.
I know my judgment is clouded and I am do not think straight. However, I can see that things are not working as is, and they never will (no matter what my sister in-law tells me). I have realized (or just have formed the opinion) that she wants us to stay married so I will be the one taking care of him instead of her. I suspect without me in the picture she would just stick him in a home and call it a day. He knows I will give in every time. He thinks (or knows) I am too weak and he will always get his way with me. He does not need me. I guess I am doing more harm than good because the things he wants are killing him. Without me, can he get the contraband? Absolutely! However, I should not be a participant.
I had a small taste of freedom and I liked it. I know life can be good. I am not a martyr, and I am not even trying to be heroic. Maybe in the beginning I was on some kind of mission to save him. I firmly believe that. I also believe at this point it doesn't even matter who is right and who is wrong. If he is the bad one, I need away from him so I can live. If I am the bad one, he needs me removed from his life so I can do no further harm. I guess the bottom line is, we are bad for each other.
I get it, if I allow him to drag me into that "bad place" with him, I only have myself to blame.