Today I discovered that OW's house is for sale. More specifically, her mother's house is for sale, where OW lives. Which means she'll be moving her sorry arse out of the state sometime soon! WH knew they were planning on leaving but we were getting nervous when we didn't see the house go on the market.
Anyway, because it is now listed, I was able to see the pictures online. First off, wow, really emotional thing to do. The first picture or two I started crying and wasn't sure I wanted to see anymore, knowing that OW's bedroom would be there. But I went back later and viewed the rest, and you know you what? While it in no way minimizes what happened, it was really enlightening. You see, OW's mommy is rich, a psychiatrist, my WH's now former psychiatrist. So all this time, I pictured WH in this very swanky gorgeous mansion of a house on mountaintop. Guess what? Nope. It was, in one word, sad. The best I can explain is that it was like a giant motel room, but a whole house. And not a fancy professionally decorated motel room, just a $55 a night motel room. There was no soul, no life, no light. Just like OW. I can see now why she walked around our home like she was shopping for a life. Cute kids with good names, nice dog and cat, some chickens in the yard, sunny, quaint, quiet setting, and attractive vulnerable husband who was kind to a fault. I was simply the piece she had to remove from the setting. Pathetically she even told WH once that she wished polygamy was legal. WTF?!
Anyway, even though WH didn't really want me to see them, because he thought they would trigger me too much, it was a really good thing to do. It proves to me yet again that what I was imagining was the total soap opera version. I actually love our home more today. Even though it's half the size and half the value, with toys strewn around and obvious clutter issues with two little boys and a busy mom and dad - it's infinitely more alive and beautiful than a shell of a human being with a large paycheck can ever create.
D-day #1 - 1/23/13
false R, then...
D-day #2 - 3/26/13
I will come for the benefit of the sick, remaining free of all intentional injustice, of all mischief and in particular of sexual relations with both female and male persons. - Hippocratic Oath