Hi all -
I know I say it often but seriously, without your posts of support, I'd be a complete and total mess. Without your advice, I would have made the dumbest possible mistakes and would be losing my mind, more than I am already. Thank god for SI and all of you. This fucking journey I've been put on sucks beyond my imagination and pisses me off to no end.
So, I did call WH on Friday or Saturday, I can't even remember at this time - but of course I'm two glasses of wine into the evening as I type this. Thankfully, I was not two glasses into my day at the time I called him and I had practiced, practiced, practiced keeping the conversation on track and going in the direction I wanted it to go. I was steadfast. Our talk was going to be about HIM and his behavior and not about me or mine! I learned that from all of you so THANK YOU!
Right out of the gate he answers the phone with, "I can't believe you filed for divorce. Where are you?" Not hello. Not are you OK? Not I'm sorry. Not I miss you. No. My reply? "I can't believe what a mess you made of everything by fucking her over and over and over again for at least 4 months."
Not a chance in hell he was going to rug-sweep and gaslight me. (All things I learned from all of you.) I told him I was calling to tell him I planned to be home over the weekend and if he wanted to get together, I could agree to meet sometime on Sunday. He asked if he could pick me up at the airport and I declined. I told him I could make time on Sunday and we could meet for coffee or lunch. I told him the only reason I wanted to get together was so he could tell me why he did this, then I would listen and he should be ready to talk. So we set it up and he even thanked me for finally calling.
To his credit, he never copped an attitude with me which I really thought he might. In any case, we settled on Sunday lunch and so we met earlier today - for the first time in almost 3 weeks. Face to face.
He looked like shit. (YES!) Awful to say but it made me feel great because after a week of relaxation (if you can call it that), yoga, beauty treatments and lots of eye cream to keep puffy eyes down, I think I looked pretty awesome - maybe even relaxed and glowing (his words). And thanks to him and his fucking affair, I'm down almost 12 pounds!
His biggest problem still? He's really bothered by my filing for D. Not bothered about the A. Not pissed at himself. Not sorry for it. Not sorry for even getting caught. No, he can't believe I filed.
After telling him how disappointed I am that this is now twice his first comment to me after all of this crap, I reminded him we always had this deal so I'm incredulous he even thinks this. He said he never thought in a million years he would be a person who cheated and finally started apologizing over and over for being "such a dick." (His words.) Not for fucking someone else. For being a dick. At this point I'm not at all happy with how this is going and tell him I think I've wasted my time meeting him and I need to go. I told him the whole point in meeting with him was to hear from him why this happened and after being put through hell for 3 weeks, if he wasn't going to explain it all, I was gone.
Bottom line? He doesn't know or won't tell me. He said he doesn't love her. He said he hasn't spoken to her. He mentioned a lot of other things not related to why he did this. None of the things he said were things I wanted to hear at this point.
So I got up, told him I did the best I could, was the best wife I knew how to be but clearly it wasn't enough for him so I was not going to be his wife anymore. I told him he mis-represented himself to me as one of the good guys but he actually wasn't one of the good guys. I told him how terribly disappointed I was in him and then I left.
And now I'm here, down 2 glasses of wine and no better off than I was before and still with no more information than I had before this whole thing started.
This. Sucks. On to glass of wine number 3.
[This message edited by TurnOtherCheek at 5:09 PM, October 2nd (Sunday)]