So yesterday was an interesting day.
We had a good day. It started weird. We were awkward together. We had lunch out together. I first suggested it and then sort of took it back. Put the ball in her court.
I've been fallowing the 180 religiously except I did ask her if she wanted to go lunch. Old habits...
It was weird at first. As time kept going on, the silence started to fade. The internal work I've been doing has been paying off. I wasn't angry or sad. I was clear and healthy? I'm not really sure.
The day progressed onward. I followed the 180, it was easy. Basically act happy, be happy. Truly be happy. I worked out. I had fun with my kids.
We took the kids out (her suggestion) and we had a wonderful time. I was happy the whole time, and I do mean truly happy. I was a dad that I had rarely been.
On the way home, while the kids were asleep, she tells me that she wants to talk when we get home.
We put the kids to bed and come together and talk. She's had a session with a therapist that was actually good. The therapist did not tell her what to do, but told her she'll know what to do when the time is right. Whether to stay or go, whether to choose the OM or me.
She said it hit her while I was playing with the kids how stupid she had been. She knows it was a fantasy and she loves me and wants to be with me.
She went on and told me that she wasn't honest about how closely she works with the OM. He's on "loan" to her boss. They both work in the UK. It can vary how much contact they have with one another. Sometimes once a day they email. Friday was 3 or 4 times.
She said that in no uncertain terms have they had any non-work conversations. All of their emails have been completely business-like. I can have access to her work computer any time. I can check her phone anytime. She doesn't care. She wants to be with me.
He is under a project where he has to prove himself. There is another two-ish months left on this project then he's out of the picture. He'd still be in the company, maybe. He hates his boss. He won't go back to working for her.
She said that she will tell me if he ever tries to talk non-business with her. They agreed no phone calls solo. No meetings solo.
She swears, and I can look, that it has been all professional this whole week but she was scared that I would force her to quit her job right then. That's why she wouldn't let me listen in when she put an end to the affair. That I would know the extent to which they work together.
She said it hit her today that as much as she loves her job, she would quit it for me. For us. For our kids.
If there is every a conflict of interest, such as somehow him getting put in her department, that would be it. She would quit her job.
She admits she was sad at having to lose him. They talked every day for a year. They haven't talked (besides business only emails) this week. She was sad that he is going to be on vacation next week. She said that she wanted to reach out to him on Friday, before he left. But she did not. She said every day it is getting easier. Next week will help. They will have no contact.
She said she read a quote that really resonated with her, "You can't have a little cocaine and hope to feel a little better." Something to that effect at least. She says that she can't expect a little "Hi, how are you?" emails to him to make her feel better. She knows that it would do no good.
I don't know where I am at now. I'm different than I was on D-Day. I am different than I was on Thursday. I saw what I was and I hated it. I never want to return to that.
I know what we were. What we turned into, and I hated that too.
I am keeping any decisions on hold for now. I am cautiously optimistic. I know I have to check. Verify.
I also know that in the long run, I am a trusting person. I do not want to have to check emails. To snoop. To get a VAR - though I have looked at buying one. To get a paternity test - looked at buying one as well.
Clearly, this is what I wanted on D-Day. It's what I've wanted all week. For the rest of my life? I don't know. I've changed. I'll always love her.
For some reason, I wasn't mad when she told me. I'm not mad now. I guess, until I find further proof, I believe her. I don't feel like she is lying. There is something there that makes me believe her in a way that I haven't believed her in a while.
I will not live a life where I have to constantly snoop.
I don't feel anger or sadness. I don't know if I have pushed them down and later maybe I will. I slept last night. No Nyquil. I slept on my own. We slept in the same bed, but I could actually sleep without tossing and turning.
I am hopeful, but I am also being cautious. I told her that I can no longer guarantee that I will want her in the end. Right now, we will try and see what happens.