Was chatting with a friend a little bit ago about possibly going to a bar near my house tonight. There are a couple of places within walking/cabbing distance that became usual haunts back when the STBXWW was in the picture. One bar in particular I only went to because she liked it. For a myriad of reasons I won't go into in great detail, I always detested the place.
Anyway, it got me thinking and reminiscing about things, both good and bad. The bar I mentioned before was the site of one of my worst blow-ups towards her. She knew I hated this bar, but she knew I went because she enjoyed it. Much of my disdain was the people who ran it and the general crowd. Seemed most nights she got waay too drunk there, and people started getting flirty, sometimes handsy with her right in front of me, and I had to run interference. Looking back, maybe I don't blame that so much on the patrons as much as I did, but it seemed to happen more at this place than any other we went to.
One night, she wants to go up there. She says it'll be an hour or 2 at most. I agree. We were there from about 8pm until they closed at 2am. I was not happy about this. Oh, as it usually happened, the next thing I know, "we're" buying rounds of shots for people I don't particularly like or know. she's the center of attention. my BP is rising. At one point I text her that I'm leaving and I'll just walk home. She asks me whats wrong. I said something next I'm not proud of - "If you don't know by now, maybe we need to get lawyers involved." it just came out.
After we got home, she tried to seduce me, and I basically told her to leave me alone. She starts crying, I ask what the hell is she crying about. I was not at my best that night, but I was just very frustrated. I still didn't need to be as harsh as I was towards her.
She ends up sleeping in the guestroom alone that night - her choice, but I get why.
The next day, I felt horrible. I mean horrible. I felt like a giant jackass in every way. I knew I'd overreacted to everything. When she finally does look at me, it's to say that it's obvious I don't want her around, and she's thinking of going somewhere for a few days. I tearfully tell her that's not what I want at all, and I apologize profusely. She does end up staying.
Oddly, in the days and weeks that followed, a spark kind of came back. In a way, our talk that day kind of reminded us both how much we cared about each other, and the thought of ever being apart was just ridiculous. My childish blow up seemed to bring us closer together in an odd way.
It would be a few months later that d-day would occur. It would be at that time that all those "little" signs I ignored suddenly appeared for what they were. She tells me the A had gone on for ~3 months. I don't know why, but it just occurred to me - between the incident at the bar and d-day, a little more than 3 months passed.
I know it's stupid, but how can I now NOT wonder if I keep my cool that night, maybe I'm not here today?
[This message edited by SoulHurts at 3:16 PM, March 21st (Friday)]