Reporting a mini-confrontation, shot fired across Bike Boy's bow, and We Need To Talk message conveyed loud and clear.
The love-birds had a visit planned for this morning for 8:30 in her hospital room. He was bringing a latte and a muffin.
I texted that I'd visit for breakfast. She said no need, two of her bike buddies, BikeBoy and Name She Pulled Out of her Ass we're bringing her coffee.
I said no problem, I'll wander over with some pastry in a bit.
Even though they had an hour warning, they decided it would not be a problem if I saw them together. So he was sitting there when I arrived in his bright blue gloves and puffy canary-yellow hospital gown, watching me as I slowly cleaned my hands, put on the gloves and get into my own puffy canary gown, preparing for the most ludicrously attired confrontation scene in history.
Also on the scene were two nurses wheeling machines and trays into the room and a doctor who showed up at that moment to give the patient a debriefing.
Oh, I said, finally walking into the room, you must be Name I Grabbed Out of My Ass. Bike Boy looked confused. More confused than usual, I mean. Wife quickly said, Oh, Name I Grabbed Out of My Ass couldn'it make it. This is Bike Boy. He started to lift his arm for an handshake, then thought better of it.
How nice of Bike Boy to bring you breakfast in bed, I smiled, fixing my eyes on Bike Boys'.
"Don't let me detain you." I told him, smiling.
No comprehension
I repeated my statement. Not getting through.
"Beat it!" I said, indicating the door.
STILL no comprehension.
After three times, each with larger gesticulations toward the door, the wife had to clarify if for the poor dear.
"He wants you to leave."
In disbelief he started inching toward the door, while I turned my attention to the doctor who was still standing there waiting to debrief. Like a pro, she just ignored the scene and gave us the info whlile BikerBoy slunk away.
In the first moment of privacy my wife snarls "why were you so rude?"
I said "Oh, please!" Just like my lawyer suggested.
We did not get a chance to talk, however, though we agreed we should. There were constant interruptions from nurses, the doctor and a friend who dropped in to visit.
Since then she's messaged me, taking me to task for being so rude.
"I am furious with you. Your insinuations are insulting"
"I don't know where you got your ideas, but I am not involved w BikeBoy or Name I Pullled out of My Ass or anyone else."
And THEN:
"However I know you've felt distance between us. Your conclusion that I'm involved is not the case, or the issue. In truth, I have been thinking about you and I going separate ways. I had hoped to talk about this after vacation. Unfortunately it's coming up this way and it's in awful circumstances. I don't know what to do. I apologize for the situation. Not what I wanted."
I have made no response. So, now her plan is revealed. She was going to go on a nice vacation with me and DUMP me. How sweet. And admitting any romance with Bike Boy. Wow, what a LIER. It puts everything she's ever said into doubt.
Lawyer friend and I put together a chart showing the various options: reconciliation w/o separation, reconciliation with separation, trial separation and pre-divorce separation - and the consequences and requirements of each. We meet tomorrow to go over it. I'm going to do some reading up. And then I'll meet with the wife.