I’ve been separated for over a year and divorced for 7 1/2 months. I’ve been doing so well! Paid off an insane amount of debt; working on my mental health with meditation, therapy, and occasional medication; dating (which is totally weird during a pandemic AND at almost 40 after a two decade relationship); and reconnecting with friends and family.
I went to talk with the XW’s new boyfriend (or roommate or whatever) just to get a feel for him since my kids will see him a good bit. He seems like a pretty decent guy. I don’t have my head in the sand—he could be a total creep just telling me what I want to hear, so my ears and eyes are WIDE OPEN no matter what. I mean, her last two fellas were meth addicts, so who knows. He actually asked ME if her could trust HER. Ha! I didn’t even go there with him.
The trigger? He said that the two of them would have to be monogamous if they were together. I thought, how nice! She can give they to the dude she met three months ago, but not to the man who gave his life to her. Not to the father of her children. Not to her best friend of twenty plus years.
I know the truth. She’s leading him on just like she led me. She’s an opportunist. She lost interest in me years before and didn’t have the balls to say so. It’s a fabrication. If he is a good guy, he won’t stay long. If he does require monogamy, she won’t stay long.
But it still hurt like hell. I didn’t think I could feel this way anymore, but apparently I can. I would not take her back if the fate of the entire world depended on it, but it hurts to see her with someone, especially while I’m over here grasping at straws on online dating sites. 😂😂
Vent over. Back to being my amazing self.
"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story." -Orson Welles