So, now I've got that off my chest, here's what's been going on. Prepare yourselves (I've already battened down the hatches)...
Monday. The fair. My WW and I took my DS as you know. Things were very awkward (you'll recall my WW left me two days before) but we hopefully hid it from our son. We got home (a hundred yards away, hence why the fair is an annual activity, each time it visits), put our DS to bed and, if I recall correctly, I didn't say much other than 'I expect you've got to get going' and was determined not to get drawn into anything. She was kind of spoiling for a fight, or at least it seemed that way to me.
My WW asked why I had ignored her earlier. Mid-morning she'd text me (see back a couple of pages for the whole thing) and, when I didn't reply (from work), she called a couple of times and I didn't pick up, quite deliberately.
In the midst of this, if you remember, I was trying to get some advice from the Family Law Solicitor at the CAB (Citizens Advice Bureau). They eventually called back (the next day?) to arrange an appointment but I missed the call, as events kind of overtook me. So, no, I haven't yet had that extra advice, nor have I filed for D.
So, anyway, back to Monday evening... She went on to explain she'd desperately wanted to see me that morning as she HAD to talk to me. And I'd ignored her. I asked what did she expect??? I can't remember now if she claimed on Monday evening that she knew she'd made a terrible mistake (in leaving me), or whether that came later, but... we ended up in a conversation for hours (I know, start hitting me with those 2x4s, because it's - from your perspective - about to get a lot worse) until I asked her to stay. At first she claimed she 'had' to go back (to him), acting again as if she had no choice in any of this. I told her she did and eventually (around 11pm) she decided to stay. Nothing happened, she just stayed here that night. She offered to sleep elsewhere but, as you know if you've followed this from the beginning, we don't exactly have a spare room. Anyway, I'll confess - I wanted her with me.
The next day (Tuesday), I went to work, leaving my WW at home. It was a stressful day with her needing some space to think (I know, don't say it) and me feeling like I'd let my guard down again, been reeled back in and needing to know if she would be leaving me for the second time that evening. She was a wreck all day, the few times I spoke to her. But no sympathy - to be honest I just felt like I was being played with again, and was resisting the temptation to beg or plead with her to see sense.
Come the afternoon she asked if I would pick our DS up from school. Maybe I was being a doormat again but I didn't have a problem with that, if it gave her some more time. I took him home and my WW asked if I would take him to his Tuesday afternoon club on my own. I wasn't overly impressed but agreed - then she said she'd follow shortly behind. We'd talk in the bar.
Soon as I got there, I was accosted by the 'friend' whose driveway my WW used the Saturday she left me. She came straight over and said, 'I'm SO sorry'. I fired back at her (later her husband said for a second he'd thought he'd have to step in) that she had covered for my wife so we had nothing to say to each other. She explained that she had no idea what was going on until that Saturday. We ended up talking and I believed that her & her husband were truly shocked and couldn't believe any of it. That said, she is a bit of a gossip so I'm still amazed my WW would have confided in her (to her own ends, that night) of all people.
My WW turned up. Those 'friends' hung about making chit chat until the end so there was no time for my wife & I to talk. By then it didn't matter - I knew she was going back to the OM and, frankly, I had nothing left to say. It panned out beautifully - the whole club emptied, leaving my WW sat on her own looking very teary. I gave her a peck on the cheek, told her I'd always loved her, and left to take our DS home.
That was the end of it - this time it really was (again, I know, say it all you like - I've got my hard hat on). I didn't even feel upset. Just numb again. I called those 'friends' and learnt a few new details. It helped to kill the evening before I went to bed.
Then, out of the blue, my WW called me at around 10pm. In all this time, I'd not ONCE heard her sound so distraught, so REMORSEFUL. And yes, I know the difference. She sounded different. She said she'd not left the club for a long while after me, sat in the car park for well over an hour then gone to the OM's, finished it for good and collected her stuff. She begged me to let her come home but said she'd go anywhere else if I told her to. She said she'd known since the morning that she'd made the biggest mistake of her life and felt she was cracking up/having some kind of breakdown. She told me she'd do ANYTHING to put things right, whatever it took to save our M.
I was pretty unimpressed - that's probably the best word for it. I didn't really know what to say, except for her to come home (and that I didn't say right away, nor very enthusiastically). I couldn't be pleased, excited, relieved, any of those things. Too much damage had already been done, and I was more than resigned to my new future - I was going to see my solicitor (bypassing the CAB) first thing in the morning. So this was potentially a huge turnaround of events, yet it didn't feel like it. She came home around 10.45. We didn't say much to each other. She said she wanted to stay downstairs for 15 minutes. I went to bed.
I took the Wednesday off. Our son does after-school club on Wednesdays so we'd have the day to ourselves. I can't remember much to say really, except we went to the pub for lunch where I got annoyed with my WW for telling me what I apparently already knew (e.g. about her first A, 2/3 years ago) and I left her for a bit and went for a walk in the woods to clear my head. Then, on the way home, things got a little heated and my WW demanded I let her out of the car, so I did. I got around the corner and realised this wasn't grown-up behaviour so went back. I found her in a kids' play area, sat on a bench crying.
Thursday was the day I'd booked our short break for. My WW decided to come - or, rather, asked me if she could. I'd always wanted her to - I booked it a few days before she walked out on me, if you recall. I knew it would be odd but I (naively) thought it might do us some good. And I vowed I'd do my best NOT to talk about the elephant in the room (not that she expected this, to be fair).
So that's pretty much what happened. We've all been away for the last few days. And, all things considered, we had a reasonable time. Our DS had a great time, so that's all that matters anyway. My WW was very quiet a few times, which got me wondering. But then I did the same. Things were far from 'right' and I don't expect them to be for a very, very, very long time (if we even get that far).
For all I know, my WW has been texting the OM every day since last Tuesday. I know he's contacted her. She's shown me one or two 'I love you my princess'-type messages. And no, I haven't yet laid down any boundaries - though she's no idiot and knows I expect No Contact. I haven't yet given in to the temptation to snoop - naively again, I feel like we don't stand a chance if I have to snoop in order to get to the truth. But, at the same time, don't think I suddenly feel like I can believe a word that comes out of my wife's mouth.
So this is where we're at. She's 'back' - we're 'back together' - though this is not the same as saying we are in R. No way. I'll freely admit that remorse I heard ONCE, when she was begging me to let her come home, has been conspicuous in its absence. In many ways I'd say nothing has changed. So my guard is still up.
But this IS what I want so please bear with me and trust me, even if you 'know' I'm making a huge mistake. I know - we all do - how much this betrayal hurts so do you really think I ever want to feel like that again??? This is a risky business and I know a far quicker way to happiness - to D and (in time) to start again with someone else who I can trust. But, right now, this is what I want.
I'm ready for all your 2x4s, I really am. I'll only fight back if I think someone's unfair in their criticism. The rest I can take. I'm a big boy.
I'm sure there's more to tell you. A week's gone by and you know how this stuff messes with your mind and your perception of the days going by...
[This message edited by saveus at 4:01 AM, May 27th (Tuesday)]