Her response?
"I just want us to be friends. I don't want you to be mad at me".
I told her friends didn't backstab friends. Friends don't betray friends, and friends tell each other about their feelings and problems. We're not friends by any stretch of the imagination. Sorry, but we are not friends.
She said "she was saying it for the benefit of the kids". I told her - call me in whichever way you want to rationalize it for whoever you want to rationalize it, but we're not friends. I'll never call you a friend. I can be a good co-parent, and I can cooperate for the sake of our kids.
She left, very angry. I removed her from my Facebook friends list. She blocked me (well, saves me having to do it).
Later that night I went into the master bedroom (I'm in the guest room) because I heard my daughter crying. After I came in she started telling her how "we were all going to be friends", kept emphasizing the "friends".
So what's with the need for emotional manipulation? She wants a freaking separation and divorce, why should she care what I think of her? Freaking nut!
So now I am here, on the 23rd, Xmas tomorrow, not knowing whether or not I should return home. No Real Estate agent wants to show me apartments this week. I looked at some long-term stay hotels, nothing seems palatable. I may just stay here in the office and "have a lot of work" for the next few days.
Anyway, merry Christmas everyone.
If you can be "friends" you can: reflect back to her that she/her actions are ok, you can drink her koolaid about her rewriting history-and help others drink it
There won't be any pesky consequences for HER actions
It's a win for her!
Her prize is a man who ran out on his wife and children. His is a woman who is too stupid to understand that she is not special, she is simply there.
If she has not agreed to your conditions, then no, I'd end the in-house separation. But if all she's done is comfort your daughter with something that isn't true but isn't harmful to anyone to believe, then I'd ignore it.
She then immediately switched conversation to money (she doesn't work, claims to be looking for a job, for which she just bought a new wardrobe on credit, and signed up to crossfit classes, because I guess you gotta look good).
She wanted to know if she could keep the house, and how much I was going to pay in rent when I left (I'm going to be renting a house that fits my kids; she thought it was too much, she wanted me in a tiny apartment - still trying to manipulate me past where she has a right to).
Right now I can't even look at her. She refuses to leave her fantasy land and it's hell to pay if someone messes with it.
There's nowhere for me to go. I live in the boondocks so there's no hotels with weekly/monthly rates around here, and the holidays mean that there's nowhere for me to stay. I have no friends who are single, so can't stay with any of them either.
So I guess it's back home for me. Back to limbo. I'm locking my room. My lawyer keeps warning me to be careful, she's not well and she may try something stupid.
Tired of having her control this freaking process. Can't wait to rent a place and have some control of my life for a change.
If she doesn't work, why doesn't she leave? She won't be able to afford the place, so let her live in the tiny apartment.
She's nuts, isn't she?
The credit card we both use is in her name, but it's common debt. Having said that, don't worry, I have the receipts for the last year and a lawyer. Everything can become part of the negotiation....
I figure the separation started when she put me in the guest room. I know exactly the date that happened. The wardrobe was bought after that.
Looking at Real Estate this afternoon and most likely getting an extended stay hotel - after all, I can afford to pay that back since I have a good job.
And I need to draw some clear boundaries. Right now the mess she has (keeping me in the house, making me take care of the kids whenever she wants to go wherever she wants to go) just enables her and lets her cake-eat.
And that's over as of today. She's not happy.
Sad that it has to be over Christmas, and she's going to blame me for hurting the kids (though oddly enough she didn't care about that when she introduced them to her "friend"), but I need to be out of there. She truly is nuts and may try something stupid if I don't.
I told her I have no interest in being friends with her. That we will never be "friends." I am an all or nothing kind of gy and I don't step backwards lol We made it seem like no big deal for our son. But he now knows what happened.
Sometimes you just have to let them go to see if they will pull their head out of their ass.
During my in-house separation, my FWH was trying to be my friend. I had detached pretty much and was making my own plans which was making him feel insecure, I guess. We sat down to talk about some damned thing, can't remember, but I remember him saying something about how we could continue to be friends.
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, I will not be your friend. I will not be your lover. I will not be in your life. If I file for divorce, then it's over. I will not be here to comfort you. I will not hold you. I will not be available for you to talk to, to text, or to email. You will become dead to me and I will not accept any communication from you whatsoever. You will have cost me 21 wasted years of marriage, you will have taken away 1/2 of my relatives, those who are your siblings and who I love and who love me. You will have caused me to go tell my parents and my grandmother, who love you dearly, that you were unfaithful and that we are divorcing. These are not the acts of friends, and I will sever every bond that we have, the minute that the divorce papers are filed. Make no mistake, you will NOT be a part of my life and I will find joy without you.
In my case, he looked into the abyss, understood it, and backed away. It certainly helped that we had no children. But I made it as clear as I possibly could, that friendship was an honor that I reserved for people *I* chose.
I'll be thinking good thoughts for you, in the next few days.
D-Day, June 10, 2012
I hope 2014 treats you well.
