Hi all
I have kept myself very busy this morning and having now just taken a break for lunch I thought I would check in and share. This is going to be a long one because I have so much information to process. I find writing things down for the post helps me process information better.
It is going to be jumbled, mainly because of how I got the information.
Firstly thank you all for the support.
Ponus, your post is particularly encouraging. Another relationship is the last thing on my mind right now. For now my focus is going to be me and the kids, but even just knowing that that is a possibility, makes life more wonderful.
I am in a VERY good space today. So good in fact that it fills me with a bit of trepidation. The last time I felt even half this good, the next day was simply awful. I keep feeling my subconscious saying, “careful, don’t feel this good, remember what happened last time?” Any way I am ignoring the subconscious for the most part.
I am a car guy. I love everything about cars but my own personal passion is taking old cars where their brand image is sensible, reliable, family man and anything but performance, keeping the exterior original bland but then performance moding them to the limit. My last project was a 1999 Toyota Corolla hatch. Original bland exterior, still with steel wheels but it was modded to the point that, intersection to intersection, it could take on a BMW M3. Unfortunately, Jan last year I leant it to a disadvantaged student who needed wheels to get to university and in April last year he totalled it. So no more toy for me.
In IC2 earlier this year it was suggested that I need to have an interest that was something that I loved and was only just for me so I went out and bought a 2007 Honda Jazz (I know that in some markets it is known as the Fit). I know that in some markets this car is a hit with cool young guys but over here it has been so popular with the 60+ generation that nobody aspiring to be cool would be seen dead in one, so the perfect platform for what I want to do. With all the tumult of the beginning of the year I have done nothing on the car but today I have tackled it in earnest. I have set myself such a tough “strip and clean” target for this week that I know I will never achieve it but it will drive me to keep busy with every spare minute. It is also going to be our first “kids and me” project that we tackle after the talk of next Friday evening. Both of them were far too young to help me with the last project but DS loved the road trips that he and I had in it. DS is as much of a car nut as me. Even as a 15 year old teenager DD is such a Tomboy that she will like nothing more than to be elbow deep in grease with dad and DS. This week I am going out and getting them each an overall suit that will be waiting, wrapped at the foot of their beds when they wake up on Saturday morning. Rebuilding our Jazz and our new lives begins after breakfast on Saturday.
Next (told you it is going to be jumbled), in our bathroom we have his and hers basins. On a work day I get up at 5 am so when I shave I am alone at the basins but on the weekends it is always me at mine and WW at hers. This morning I slept in a bit so it was quite late when I was shaving and I glanced across to where she would have been, at her basin, and there was no longing, no sense of emptiness, no sense of loss. In fact there was the polar opposite. That dark, swirling mass of hurt and pain wasn't standing there next to me. In its place was just an empty space in front of a basin, above beautiful tiles.
Ok, then, the 2 good friends (2GF) came over latish yesterday evening. They asked if we could go through to the dining room. Sat down together, quite formally, cleared their throats and said, "we have been tasked with coming ask if there is any prospect for trying just one more time?” I said absolutely not! It was almost with relief that they then reclined more comfortably and said, “We didn’t think so but we were asked to ask.” Followed by, “we might just have beaten you around the head if you had said yes. Nobody deserves what you have been through”. They are still WWs best friends but being a good friend does not mean that you have to be blind to failings.
They then shared that WW had spent the day crying and, completely uncharacteristically, confused and disoriented. She would unpack some stuff from the cased into the cupboards and draws, only to then pack it out onto the hotel room bed and pack other stuff from the cases, look at what was on the bed and then try and pack that back into the draws. Out of sheer frustration 2GF made her sit down and did the packing for her. They have agreed that between them, they will spend the days that WW is not at work, with her and alternate evenings one of them to stay with her. I told them about the counselling sessions I had booked and they have promised to make sure she goes, even if they have to drag her there.
WW tried to attack the mini bar but they stopped her. Having gone out as couples many times they knew our stance on alcohol. WW then tried to order it through room service and they again intervened. WW begged so they let her get something but they controlled the flow.
So first bit on info. While on the business trips WW drank along with all the other colleagues. She said the pressure to partake “to be part of the team” was so intense, particularly in a marketing environment that she gave in after initial resistance. She was so proud of herself for being able to drink on the trips and then not touch it for the months in between. She felt that she had proven her fear of being an addictive personality to be wrong, I know the pressure that is so often exerted in the corporate environment. I hate it and can never understand it. Everyone seems entitled to ask me why I don’t drink but take offence when I ask them why they do. Anyway, despite the pressure I never broke the promise that I had made to WW. She did but I suppose there we far bigger promises made that she broke.
She says that she never got drunk but that the alcohol must have played a part in her letting her barriers down. WW having a little to drink increased the volume of tears and loosened the tongue. They tried to remember all she had said, and often were talking over each other, but I think these are the bits that made the greatest impression on me.
Most of the day was spent with WW crying and explaining to them all she had lost as a result of the “stupidest and most selfish decision” of her entire life. The scale was so unbalanced, how could anyone be that dumb?
These included not being part of her wonderful kids life in what will be the most important years. Losing her dream job etc. But at the top of the list was “losing the first man I ever truly loved.” I must say that first prize for me would be, “being the only man” she ever loved but I suppose any form of being truly loved is not too bad.
You cannot know how good hearing that made me feel. Not because I had won some sort of prize but because it suggests that at some point she did actually love me and maybe our early years were not all farce.
I listened to what 2BF shared and I had two reflections. One, this woman is beginning to understand what she has done. The other was (and this is where your guys analysis is finally beginning to sink in). It is still all about her. All that she has lost. What about what she has stolen from me, the kids, the employer, OBS and her DD. How have I been so blind for 4 + 24 years as to just how selfish this woman is?
Ouch! That hurts. I read so many new JFO post and don’t post a response because there is this poor betrayed person who loves so deeply that they are struggling to let go the most vicious psychopath that has ever walked the earth and they post an anguished question when the answer is so obvious, “Just get out of there! Run, run as fast as you possibly can be grateful for being given the insight into who you have really let into your life. Do you want to spend the rest of it with her?” And now I see that I have given all of this time to that person. If I die alone I will be in a better place than having her in my life. Am I over reacting? Maybe, but for now it looks like that to me.
Next revelation. I have been so focused on processing the pain and hurt of the current reality of A2 that I have done absolutely nothing to even begin to process A1. Processing the current reality of what was the still active A2 was so all consuming that I took A1 and tucked it in the furthest recess of my mind, covered it with a thick callous and said. “Ok, stay there. I will get to you once done with the other.” I knew that it happened. That it started soon after the trips began. Lasted about 3 years and came to an end, apparently, when OBS1 discovered. More than that I did not know or ask about. You will see that reflected in all of my post up to this point.
If you think about it, that is the one I should have tackled first. It took place over a longer period of time, would have continued if not rudely interrupted, and it was the one that broke the gate of resistance down. It having occurred, would have made A2 so much easier.
So through her drunken tears, and in reflecting how little she got compared to what she had lost WW told 2BF that;
AP1 was very much like me in many ways. In physique, stature, mannerisms and interests.
He was from one of the large centres in Scotland.
The A was not all about sex. There was not nearly as much as A2. Usually only once a week, sometimes 2. It was wonderful (whatever than means) always in the bed, always in each other’s arms.
It was brought to an abrupt end when OBS1 discovered. They can’t remember if WW said how it was discovered but OBS made AP1 resign his job immediately, and she called WW and tore a strip into her. Told her that if ever she made an attempt to make any form of contact with AP1 she would report WW to the company for sexual harassment (WW was again one job grade higher than AP1). If only she had followed through with the threat.
I am trying to explain how much, just now knowing this has helped whole chunks of ripped apart insides of me to heal in just a day. Would any of it made R easier. Absolutely not! Infidelity is a deal breaker for me. But would I have been in a better place for longer yes. And for WW, I think I would have been in a better place to help her with understand where she is broken. Up until yesterday I have read about how all WWs are broken and though “utter BullS!” and if they were mine is so together that she certainly is not. Just these scraps of info give me a whole new perspective.
I don’t know if WWs ever come over to JFO to read. I think it will be a while before I will feel confident enough to post anywhere other than here or Divorced/Separated, but the first post I will do if I get the strength, will be to ask them to “tell everything! Not only the sordid sex stuff but everything! Everything, everything!” Even if you are never asked tell! Even if he is not contemplating R and going for D. Tell. You owe it to him to help him heal. And it does help.
I know that there is a whole lot more but for the life of me can’t think of it now. If I remember I will post again tonight. Think this might be enough for now.
Oh yes, just remembered 2BF have agreed to ask WW if I can come over to the hotel for dinner on Wednesday so that we can talk about telling the kids on Friday.
Also, sent a what’s app to the kids with pictures of the roses, aloes and poppies that I took on my walk yesterday and framed the message as it they could have been taken on a walk together with WW. Posted it on the family group so that WW is at least on the same page. Haven’t seen her post anything yet.