I had the kids down for the weekend and told them we were going to spend the time in the gulf as this was going to be a serious discussion and this would prevent anyone from immediately wandering away including myself should they not like the discussion.
My talk with them was frank and started off with questions about what they wanted out of this and what they knew about what had transpired. First, one of their objectives was to at least get me to begin speaking with the X as I have refused to speak, engage or even be in the same room with her since about 3 weeks after D-Day. The second objective was to create the possibility of some kind of reconciliation for whatever their reasons.
I asked why I would remotely wish to entertain these objectives, of course boiling it down it comes down to them believing I was the majority responsible party. I let this go on for a while until they wore themselves down a bit, glad I had fully stocked the bar as an Old Fashioned or two helped a lot.
I apologized to them, as it was clear that my nature of keeping personal matters personal had allowed this story to take on a life of its own. I got up went down to my cabin and got the folder box and returned to the table, it did get them to be silent which was a plus. I told them in this box is a different story, that they really don’t need or should fully know, however, I am willing to share it.
I told them they are behaving like children who believe in a 100% good guy and 100% bad guy scenario, one of which they should be old enough and educated enough to know doesn’t exist. While I may have been gone or preoccupied or whatever too often, I was not the one who brought Bundy into the house. I was not the one who lied and betrayed someone who had many so many opportunities over the years to do the same to her with more physically attractive ladies, however, each and every time I declined. She made her choices, I have made mine, if you want to know my reasons for making that decision feel free to go into the box, at that moment I also dropped the unopened letter on the table from the other day. Told them it was from their mother, and that I had no intention of reading it, they could return it to her or read it was their choice.
I told them while I loved them, they had disappointed me with their perspective on the divorce and that my patience for being the bad guy is over, and that our future relationship trajectory will be affected by their behavior and I will not suffer their, their mother’s or the rest of the family’s agenda any longer. I invited them for this discussion because they were my kids, pretty much the only ones I would even indulge in talking about it with.
My daughter asked about me, was I going to spend my life hunting sugar babies or thots (I had to ask what a thot was). I asked her what the difference between her mother and a thot was which got a guppy fish face from both of them. Except that a thot had not screwed me over and made me the bad guy. A thot also would have lower mileage since their mother was banging Bundy a human cesspool and god knows who else. A thot also would not be a menopausal 52+year-old woman who decided to screw up the entire family with her treacherous actions, your mother’s actions were no mistake, she had a plan, and the hell with me. At this point, I was too angry and said I’m going up to watch the stars and they could do whatever they wanted to do, including take the dingy back. My daughter yelled as I was heading up the staircase, she knows she fucked up and caused this. Told her this was the first time I ever heard that, but it doesn’t make any difference unless she has a time machine. Don’t ever repeat mistakes, which I’ve told them many times.
The next day was a bit better, they seemed to start to get it, well my son did, and daughter well this remains to be seen. However they did apologize for making me the total bad guy They confessed to being worried about their mother of course and that I’m a party guy or a hermit, neither of which I told them is true, I am what I always am….private. No thots, sugar babies or revolving doors, and I’m perfectly fine being single. In fact life is really bright at the moment outside of this problem which I hope we can put behind all of us.
Do I think it was solved, no, but I hope there has been progress. Sorry this just spewed when I started typing.