I thought that I need to share a little about events over the past 2 days.
It is all I can think of to acknowledge and show appreciation to those of you in the community who have been so supportive.
Through all of Tuesday, and then again yesterday morning, I was sent messages, all on the theme, that in my heart I will know that we are soulmates and are meant to be together, culminating in one that said that the universe has destined us to be together and only a fool would try and work against a force so strong. I am a man with such strength, I can overcome anything that I set my mind to. She will be the wind beneath my wings throughout the journey. (Yes, one of my favourite. What I would tell her, each time I had a success in life).
I never messaged back but around lunch time I sent an email with “agenda for tonight’s discussion” in the subject line.
I opened the mail by saying, that up to this point I had reneged on my duty to take the important decisions regarding our relationship and my life. That is in the past. From now on those decisions are mine, not hers or the universe or anyone else’s.
I then laid out a short agenda requesting that we agree on location, message and who communicates the message to the children. I made it clear that if at any point she went off topic I would leave and take responsibility to tell the children on my own. I did not hear back from her.
I decided to talk over coffee in the lounge instead of over dinner. I was hoping that the discussion would be quick and I could think of nothing worse than the discussion being over but still having to finish a meal in her presence.
The discussion was cordial and we made the required decision. We had considered telling the kids in the car on the drive home from the airport but decided against this. Being all strapped in we would not be able to reach out and give them comforting hugs in the car. We have decided that I will fetch them from the airport, WW will be waiting in the dining room. On arriving home I will shepherd them in there. I will tell them that WW and I will be divorcing and she will tell them why.
I had hoped that we could tell them what their living arrangements would be as set out in the proposed settlement. I am sure that that will be one of their questions. WW said that she has been too emotional and too busy at work to have looked at it. I tried to pressure her to do it before Friday so that we could give our 2 precious ones as much certainty as possible.
At the end of the discussion, just as I was about to get up to leave, she said, “well this is it then. There is one more thing that I need to share with you”. “I understand that if I am to become whole again it will have to be off a solid base of honesty”. It sounded so text book that I have a suspicion that she is hitting the books again.
Well, there was another A. About midway between DD and DS being born. It was at the time that I was negotiating the sale of business number 2. I was getting home, pumped with adrenaline from the negotiation discussions, and with a sense of great accomplishment. The highlight of her day was whipping a snotty nose or kissing a scraped knee. She was missing her job.
POSOM was an American expat. A stay at home dad. A professional who had been good at his job and loved it but his wife’s career had taken off like a rocket ship, so he gave up his job to follow her around the world, wherever her job took her.
And so he became not only the only man that truly understood what WW was experiencing, he was the only human being that understood. All the other moms were just so sickeningly happy with their roles of being caring mom’s and loving wives. Now, she had found a soulmate who truly understood. Poor POSOM was married to Ice Queen who only loved her job. There had been no sex for over 2 years. So WW kindly agreed to fill that hole in his life.
It lasted just a few short weeks. He gave WW syphilis. While so many of her actions suggests that she is not always the brightest button in the jar when it comes to relationships, she was bright enough to know that it is treatable and that if the last time he had had sex was 2 years ago, he would have gotten himself treated. She broke it off and did some sleuthing. Turns out he had spun the yarn to all the playschool moms and had hooked quite a few. He also had several local prostitutes on speed dial on his phone. So rather than a 2 year dessert, it was a constant buffet, prostitute in the morning and then mommy brings over kiddies to play in the afternoon and daddy and friend’s mommy play in the bedroom.
Ok, so I guess I now also have a D Day#2. Not important at all. It might be proof of how well I am detaching from WW but I felt nothing.
I’m going to check out for a while. I will be back. Promise. I think that maybe I opened my heart just a touch too much in the epistle of Tuesday. It was unnecessary, made me vulnerable and could cause hurt to others. This is not a place you want to cause any more hurt.