Hello friends,
I know it's been quite some time since you last heard from me.
Where I left off was after D-Day#2, when I found the email to OM regarding the movie "Secretary". You know, the movie in which two co-workers develop and intense psycho-sexual relationship?
So, long story short, like an idiot, I let her talk me back into yet another attempt at R.
Weeks of therapy in which we seemed to be making little fits and starts of progress.
Of course, it was still all lies.
So, I've basically set up every computer she's had for the last 20 years, and I know all of her passwords. She, idiotically, has never changed them. So I looked at her email, and saw a reservation for a hotel room. For the NEXT DAY. Then I found another one from two weeks prior. Checking back through my text messages for that day two weeks prior, I found the line of BS about "working late, crisis, blah blah blah, lie lie lie".
So I waited for the inevitable lying text message to come the next day. Sure enough, it did.
I got a friend to drive me to the hotel... and I left a note on the dashboard of her car:
Turn around and march your ass back to the reception desk, to extend your stay. Indefinitely.
Don’t bother showing up to therapy tomorrow either… or ever.
Glad I could help in zipping up your dress this morning so that motherfucker could unzip it.
She called me as we were on our way home. I of course did not pick up. She had the gall to claim that it WASN'T OM she was with. It was an ESCORT.
She has no idea I know about two weeks prior, not do I have any indication of telling her that I know. She of course continues to protect OM from further exposure to his BS. I have no interest in doing so, but she doesn't need to know that.
So much has happened in the last week and a half, my head is spinning. One thing is 1000% clear, however. I want OUT, ASAP. She has thus far agreed to file jointly for D... we'll see if she remains cooperative.
She had the gall to not only come home the night of D-Day #3 and want to "talk" (as if I have a single word left to say to her), but she even showed up to therapy the next day!!!! I was furious.
the GOOD news... my immediate manager is on board with my plan to move to Hawaii. If I can convince my director, it's a done deal! I'm moving out of our apartment next month, and already have a temporary place lined up.
Now if I can just get the lawyer I met with back in May to call me back, we can get this show on the road!!
I need her out of my life NOW.
[This message edited by CuckoldedinMa at 9:38 PM, August 1st (Thursday)]