Hi everyone. I was struggling a bit yesterday to summon up my energies (though still did my best with my DS and took him out for his dinner whilst trying to be 'normal').
Let me try to update you on 'developments'.
Sunday morning my Dad took a drive to the street where the OM lives. No sign of either his or my wife's car. After a call from my WW at around 9am, asking (yes, I think she did ask this time) if we were going to talk later and saying she wanted to see our son (I said she was welcome to come by the house a little later), I took my DS on a little drive past the house of the 'friend' I mentioned (the one who my wife at first claimed she was going to stay with) and, sure enough, my WW's car was on her driveway. The relief was incredible. But short-lived.
I spent the morning with my boy, took him through the car wash (a rare treat with money so tight but he loves it) and then - bizarrely you may say! - washed the car by hand, the two of us, on the front driveway. He loves doing that and soaking his daddy
Eventually my WW turned up sometime around 1pm. I was polite but firm and resolute, and I could tell she had tears in her eyes. So as not to say anything in front of our DS, we went upstairs where we talked for well over an hour I'd say (checking on our boy all the time - he kept calling me down for one reason or another
). It started about the practicalities (as, far as I was concerned, that was all that was left), which seemed to really get to her. She started crying, saying she didn't know what she was doing etc etc. I showed very little sympathy and pressed on with the message - 'is your boyfriend happy with you being here discussing things with your ex?', 'do you need to get back?' etc. Of course, all the while, I was thinking she'd not spent the night with the OM, and was torturing me (again) for some reason. Anyway, cutting a long story short, she told me she did, that he'd picked her up from there and she'd left her car at the friend's overnight, as she'd had a drink or two. I was crushed... again... though tried not to show it. She claimed however that whilst they slept together that night, they didn't have sex. I found myself asking my WW to reconsider one final time (last night), removing from her head any notion that there is no way forward for us as a couple, knowing what we both now know - this has been her standard 'excuse' for going to him and not giving us a chance (or allowing me to). She said we'd talk again tomorrow evening (tonight) after taking our son to the fair (we promised him and do this every year) - once more, talking on her terms. She cried and cried. We left on an 'up' note (cough). Or rather I left to take our boy to Pizza Hut as a treat (he's is the most patient, best behaved little boy I know, and amused himself all the while we were talking).
Once there, the thought suddenly hit me. What the hell was I thinking??? I was basically saying to my wife, 'you go off and sleep with your AP again tonight and then dictate when we next talk, and I'll be fine with that'. So I sent her a text asking her to stay at home last night, give us 24 hours and herself some space. Her reply was telling:
[My name] I can't! My head is all over the place! Last thing I want to do is mess with your mind!! :( xx
I mean, you couldn't make this stuff up, could you???
I then got tougher and pointed out she was asking me (again) to accept her sleeping with another man while married to me. I told her to stop acting like she doesn't have any choices, when she does. I told her I meant everything I said earlier but that I COULD NOT accept this ('sex or no sex' - what a joke) and that if she had that little respect for me (I think by now that's a given) then she was forcing my hand. She replied:-
Don't [my name]! This really isn't helpful. Please look after yourself! X'
I tried calling her but she didn't pick up, so I sent one final, strongly worded text pointing out the irony of 'look after yourself' and her not wanting to 'mess with my mind'. I told her I'd be filing for D in the morning (perhaps unwise). I told her she'd made her choice (I think she knows that and I'm just late joining the party).
Yesterday evening, after I'd put our boy to bed, she sent the following:-
Look I don't want to argue with you anymore! Note: we didn't argue yesterday. I didn't hear my phone! I'm not coming back tonight, things are messed up yes! We will talk tomorrow after we put [DS] to bed. This is all messing with my mind! You think you are the only person this is difficult for and you couldn't be more wrong!
At which point I should've given up, not risen to the bait, but I'm only human and replied:-
But only one of us is still married & sleeping with someone else.
I also said if and when we do talk, there are now only the practicalities to discuss. I did however let my guard down again by telling her I loved her and that this was killing me. I followed up with:-
But I won't be abused/taken for a ride/disrespected any longer. Yes this is difficult for you but YOU CHOSE IT ALL! Not me! I didn't want any of it
I had a miserable evening, rattling around an empty house (well, my beautiful boy was upstairs sleeping, and that helped - I am so fearful of the day he isn't) and ended up texting my WW around 10pm, telling her how much I missed her and how low I felt. I know, BIG mistake. Why do I keep making this one? I am trying to vow to myself again that, from today, that is IT for the deep & meaningful (though completely pointless) conversations. I've been reading up on divorce, mediation and agreements over arrangements for children. I'm going to speak to my solicitor this morning. That might make me feel better/stronger.
Around the same time my parents popped out to see if my WW's car was at the OM's. It was. For the first time I heard the ANGER in my Mum's voice. She was fuming. And demanding what you all have demanded too, that I get angry and start fighting. I wish the anger would set in, I really do, but I cannot wait for it while my WW and her AP could be plotting anything, I know that.
I do believe my WW is messed up. That's quite obvious. But I've got to stop trying to understand HOW or WHY she's come to the decision to leave me - us - her family - and just learn to accept it. I'm just really struggling.
I think getting the ball rolling towards D will help even though my heart is yet to catch up with my head (and is way, way behind). I just feel cornered, like D still isn't what I want to do but I have no other options. I keep reading advice in other threads saying take your time/don't rush into anything in the first six months - but of course these are probably situations that involve a remorseful WS. Mine most certainly doesn't. And it hurts like hell. I need that hurt to turn to anger, so I can focus better on me and my wonderful son.