Holy. Shit, people.
Holy shit.
Just when I thought I couldn’t get surprised any more…
So, we had our counseling appointment Thursday with the counselor we’ve been seeing since before we were even married. She’s an awesome help, and I thought she did a good job of helping start a conversation. I said it was hard for me to talk about this now because it was “too big” for me to even start. I asked for advice or a suggestion, something to read, anything to get going.
She suggested that for now, we continue to exchange messages. That seemed to be going OK. WW was getting impatient if I didn’t answer quickly enough and would then go into “you obviously don’t care” mode, but I was dealing with it.
Then, checking her fb Friday, I saw that she told a (male) friend that “the counseling session helped….me to figure out we will be getting divorced”. That started bothering me, as you might understand. She was obviously not putting much thought or effort into reconciliation.
Then last night, I went out with a friend. As usual, she got really drunk and chatty on facebook with some woman (OM#2’s ex wife). I read their conversation as it was happening on my iphone – more stuff about me being mentally and physically abusive, referencing crying many days at my dead Mother’s grave (lies and a low blow), that she was scared to leave me because I had choked her and pulled her hair and told her she was “my property”.
She had lunch with her stepdad (basically her Dad) yesterday and told the woman that her Dad knew she was being physically and emotionally abused and recommended her to leave (I’m 100% sure he didn’t. I’m calling him to blow the whistle on this) and that she really loved OM#2, was still texting him, and would be dating him when she divorced.
Well, I just went home and went to sleep, thinking I’d deal with stuff in the morning. I did check the phone records at home to see if I could catch the texting, but there was no record of it.
This morning I woke up and literally rolled over a cell phone in bed. My heart sunk as soon as I saw it; I just knew what it was (the home screen had a “balance” of $1.55). I opened it up, and sure enough saw texts made and received from OM#2 AND OM#1 (who, strangely, were buddies in high school). Her drunk ass had just gotten too sloppy last night to hide it. I went downstairs and showed the phone to her and told her I wanted her out ASAP. She didn’t even flinch and said she was ready to go. She’s had that prepaid phone SINCE LAST JULY WHEN SHE MOVED OUT!! I wonder if she ever even had NC with OM#1. Un. Fucking. Believable.
Then came the anger. When I’m angry, I’m a sarcastic asshole. Her first reaction is yelling. She started in with the “you never ever loved me, you’ve always hated me” and “I’ve been unhappy and hated you since 2007 when I found those emails” (from me to my best girlfriend venting about WW’s spending and bi-polar episodes). “You caused this, you think you’re perfect, you never care about anyone but yourself”, yada, yada yada.
She tells me that “YOU have to tell the kids this time because you’re deciding to end the marriage” LOL. I asked her if she really wanted me to tell them why the marriage was ending and she said “I don’t care! Tell them what you want!” Obviously, I have enough respect for my kids (and my own mother) to not tell them the truth.
Awesomely, kid #1 (8yo boy) comes downstairs to hear Mom yelling at Dad and saying “You are an ASSHOLE! I HATE YOU!!” and throwing away a picture mug because “it has your face on it”. SO, of course, he asks me why Mom said those things, and I had to tell him we were just having an argument. When she went upstairs I did go off on her in our room, telling her to act like a fucking grownup around the kids. I was livid.
I told her I wanted her out as soon as possible since she has another place to go. We are planning on telling the kids after she gets home from church (she just left to go serve as a Eucharistic minister. HA!) When she left I was a little worried for her safety; she entered a really dazed phase like she was drugged up. I think the enormity of what’s happening is hitting her now.
I’m ready to bury this bitch. I’ve stuck up for her for too long, never telling people why she left in the first place last year. I’ve got a good mind to call her parents and tell them what’s going on so she can’t twist it around (like she did with her Dad yesterday).
Update: I just got a text that said “Youre right. I have no real friends and now I have no family. That is no way to live”. So, great, now she’s suicidal again. I guess I will really have to call her parents now. I did just text her back and said "Do you need me to call your parents? Serious question". I want her out, but I don't need her killing herself. God, FML.
[This message edited by Cannon at 9:15 AM, June 26th (Sunday)]