Hey RI, thanks for asking. Things have settled down a bit. Attorney meetings. STBX and I met with a financial specialist earlier this week. Stuff like that. Normal but with a layer of sadness overlaying everything, like an oily fog.
At one of the meetings I got irritated about being there (thinking we're discussing how the outcome of her betrayal is walking away with this or that large amount of cash) but kept my temper for the most part. Afterward WW gave me a note as I was leaving that said she'd regret what she did for the rest of her life. I guess I feel a little better that she understands the damage she did, but I feel worse knowing how little she did to try to help us recover from it.
Now, even after the denial and blame-shifting and all that ended, after all that she still couldn't open up to me. She still feels like a stranger.
I took the kids to a ballgame tonight and on the way back, walking to the metro station we walked by the hotel where she had her trysts (using their economical "day rate.") Very convenient for a SAHM. I wondered if I would feel anything about that but it was such an ordinary looking place it didn't really register. I wondered if she went with him to the sex shop across the street. I think she probably did because during false R she bought a sex book, very out of character for her. So I'm assuming there's another lie of omission.
So it's so sad, because I feel like it might have worked out. We might have used this as a springboard for openness and vulnerability and finally talking to each other about the deeper and more important things but she just wouldn't. I'm not sure whether to call it a mid-life crisis or something else. She doesn't love me. Or she's too weak. Or she LMBNIILWM. Or really does want the M to end but wants to pretend it isn't her doing. Or she has some PD. Or some another cause. Mystifying, like the whole fucking eight-month drama, it's just crazy and frustrating. The ultimate mind-fuck.
And actually, it bothers me that I even give a shit at this point. It's over. We're divorcing. It's her fault that we didn't get a shot at R. My decision, but her fault. I gave her opportunity and opportunity over months and months and she just mailed it in. Pretended. Defended her ego. Defended the other men (because telling me their names "wouldn't be fair to them.") She just couldn't do the work. And finally I just hit the wall, I couldn't absorb any more pain. I had literally nothing else to give. Nothing.
So now there's nothing to worry about other than dollars and cents and selling the house and figuring out custody. I have to heal on my own, she has to heal (or not I guess, maybe she never will) on her own.
So I've got at least seven more years of co-parenting to do with her, probably two or three or four interactions a week. I'd like to think I know who this woman it is I'm dealing with, but I don't. I really don't know her at all.
I wonder if maybe, even subconsciously, she got off on hurting me? She was the powerless SAHM, and I'm the guy that goes out in the world. Did she envy me? Want to knock me down a notch or two? When I cried did she feel powerful? It's a possibility. Again, don't know. We would have had to have been honest with each other to find and fix stuff like that, and of course we didn't come close to that.
I felt a wave of anger this afternoon, and then watching our baseball team win, I felt sadness. Did I mention that the night of D-Day #2 I took DS15 there to the ballpark? On his birthday? Maybe the worst night of my life. Can't really say there was a trigger tonight though. After choosing D there don't really seem to be triggers or flashbacks like there were before. Maybe now my brain knows they're irrelevant. Not going to R, so nothing to do with the trigger signal.
Sorry for rambling. As you can tell I have a lot of work to do, in IC and elsewhere. But I'm coming along. I'm actually happy a few times during the day. I feel like my interactions at work are getting better. Coming home after work (yes, in-house separation sucks) is a drag, but I hope that won't be too much longer. And the kids are hanging in well.
Already talking to real estate agents. Probably not too far from a place of my own, and we might do very well selling this place (San Francisco market, seems to be on an up-cycle).
Today's horrible memory du jour was during false R, when she asked me why I thought what she did at first (dates and groping and kissing and texting with guys from Ashley Madison) was such a betrayal. "It was just a cup of coffee." She said that while she was already fucking one of them though. She knew why it was such a betrayal didn't tell me, instead she was asking me.
Is she still that person would could do such a thing? Is she a different person? I don't see that she's actually doing anything to change so why would I assume anything actually has changed? Why assume she's ever telling the truth? It just fucking sucks.
I'll stop now. Could go on much longer. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.