All - thank you for the kind words, the support, the advice and for being my shoulders to cry on after the tough weekend. I'm powering through. Saturday was a tough day but I did get out, took a yoga class and then got busy to keep my mind off things. I surrounded myself with friends to keep from wallowing. I shared my previous phone call with them, too, and no one judged me for calling him. They picked apart everything he said, too.
A few other things came out in our phone call that I had forgotten about when I "recorded" our conversation for posterity here and was still very emotionally raw. These popped up when I was talking to my friends.
Of course I asked him when and how he ever saw her, indicating how fooled he had me since I just never picked up on it. He really didn't want to go over that (no surprise) but the way he phrased it was of course he didn't want to hurt me, he didn't want to relive the ugly thoughts attacking his mind about the affair, etc. After some coaxing from me (because evidently I love the pain), he did give up that he took her out on our boat twice. Ugh, so now all I see is them out on the lake having sex on our boat - well, now his boat - because I told him I never wanted to set eyes on it again! I reminded him she had a daughter and wondered where she was in all of this. He said they mostly got together when she was with her grandparents though he also said he took them out together once for pizza. Of course I can't get the image of the happy little family out for dinner together out of my mind. I also can't believe she introduced her little girl to him and that he felt it was in anyway appropriate to meet her!
I asked him how Bob knew. Turns out they were at the grocery store because she was going to make him dinner one night. While checking out, he notices Bob in the lane next to them checking out their groceries including a nice bottle of wine. Bob caught his eye and made sure WH knew he saw what was going on there. Bob left without saying anything but texted him about it later and never let up putting pressure on him. I asked why that didn't shock him into reality and he just had no answer. (I think he was in the love fog!) I reiterated what a fool he was for being so public, told him he likely wanted to get caught - while his excuse was "It's not like I have experience having an affair!" (Well now you do, buddy!)
He said he mostly kept their sex-capades restricted to my travel schedule - except of course on the night I got the fateful text. I asked him why they couldn't wait until I left the next day for their little quickie and, while in full on crying mode, he told me she was going out of town, too, and pressured him to come over to "give her a good send off." (Ah, poor guy! He felt pressured.) Turns out she was going out of town for 2 whole fucking days and couldn't live without his junk for that long. He says now he thinks she was playing the "pick me, pick me" game with him because she was very upset he was going on vacation with me so he caved and rushed to see her. (Clearly, she has very strong feelings for him.)
Well, as they say.....haste makes waste! And the rest is history.
I asked him what he thought when he realized he sent me that text (I can't believe I left this out earlier.) He said it was like he had been hit by lightning and was instantly sick to his stomach and completely panicked. He had to pull over into a parking lot and grasp the reality of what he had done. He said he read it and re-read it trying to think up any other interpretation other than what it said - what to write to me as a follow-up and just stared at his phone waiting for my reply and hoping I took it as playful banter. He felt paralyzed and could think of no reasonable follow-up with me to play it off. He said in his mind now, he thinks he wanted it over. To have it come out. To be done with it. The end of the affair. He didn't call it relief but he said he felt some sense of finality and a lifting of the weight.
He said time stood still.
When he realized the extent of his mistake, he said it shocked him back into reality. He texted her he wasn't coming over. He told her he couldn't talk and would reach out later (because at that moment he said the idea of the affair literally filled him with shame - you know because being caught will do that!) And then he said he deleted all their texts and blocked her. And then he waited for my reply and it never came.
I go back to that moment that evening and can now picture both of us just staring at our phones, not at all fully understanding the ramification of those fateful words. Eight years. Love. Family. Marriage. Happiness. Ever after. Poof. Gone.
He said even in deleting the text from my phone he felt I knew but since I said nothing, he hoped and hoped but he just felt I knew. It was easier to ignore than deal with it and so he ignored it. He said he was blown away by the fact I was able to not say anything at all. Had it been him being betrayed, he would have gone ballistic.
So now he has about 2 weeks to respond to the D papers in his possession or he can not reply at all and it still moves forward.
I have to look for a place to live because I only have this wonderful little bungalow for 2 more weeks. I did speak to my boss who is open about an assignment abroad for me but of course that will take time, including considering what position I would take, getting higher level approval and eventually applying for a work visa, which will be time consuming. Because my life seems day to day right now, I plan to look for a short term rental - 6 months at a time. This does mean I'll have to interact with WH/STBXH for furnishings, etc. Sigh.... Guess we might as well work on splitting the stuff which is eventual anyway.
I go back and read my posts and your responses and sometimes I think I'm peeking into someone else's life and it's not my life at all. It's surreal. I can't help but wonder how this all happened. How blind-sided I was. It really feels like I'm driving down the road singing happily in my car to the radio and out of nowhere, I'm broad-sided by a speeding truck and my life is never again the same. Completely. Totally. Out. Of. My. Control.
I still question my choices. Wonder if I shouldn't let this marinate more. Give it time. And then I also look back and re-affirm that I have done exactly as I should have. Time to tidy this all up and move on. I didn't make this mess but since it's my life, I'm damn straight gonna clean it up. If I don't, who will?
I am most encouraged by the advice from all of you that even if the D is finalized, who knows what may happen down the road - not because I think or want to get back together - but because it means that when I question my choices, I need to know that nothing is final, final. There are still choices, even in making final choices.
Lalagirl nailed it - my M as I knew it is dead. I don't want that M back. So the only choice for me is to end it. Kill it off. Put it out of its misery. Who knows where the relationship with WH goes from here but I guarantee it is not back to what it was pre-sext message to OW. Nope. Not gonna happen.
Looking out 2-3 months, I see myself as single, living in a short term rental, doing yoga, being a mom, focused at work, hanging with friends and working on mending my broken heart. WH is not in the picture other than handling the "business of breaking-up" with dividing the household, closing an account and definitely separating phone services so I stop having access to his phone history. (I hate that whole checking up on him thing.)
I won't be angry. I won't be cruel. I don't need revenge.
At least not at this moment...
Level-headed TOC, over and out.
[This message edited by TurnOtherCheek at 6:08 AM, October 18th (Tuesday)]