Tonight was our "regular" Friday night date. As in past weeks, we went to a coffee shop. I wasn't entirely sure why, but figured she just wanted to sit someplace fairly quiet and chat.
Well, we did. And by chat, I mean that my wife talked and I listened. Seems that she read an article I sent about a week ago that discussed why relationships fail after As. Part 1 talks about the failure starting with a lack of disclosure, when the WS won't tell the BS what really happened.
She started by talking about how she has only recently come to accept.that she isn't perfect.
No kidding. 😕 I've known that since we started dating, when I was 14. But it wasn't until almost 2 years after an A that she can come to that realization...smh...
But, that realization, the recognition that she has lived a very self-righteous life, is a fine place to get to. In theory, it's never too late as long as you're still breathing, right?
So, back to the article I had sent. Apparently, she read through and decided that she would come clean about as much detail as I was interested to hear. Why? Because failure to recover starts as a result of not being honest and transparent. Who knew?
So, tonight I learned that they worked out together on multiple occasions (new info, but something I figured that had happened). I learned that she told him about what she had been shopping for at Victoria's Secret (again, something suspected but just now confirmed). I learned that they expressed their desire for one another multiple times, lamented that they weren't ever alone to act upon it during the day (those pesky homeschooled kids, you know), and that they planned their future with one another (again, I knew it happened, it was just never confirmed before).
She also Just figured out (and by just, I mean in the last week) that he never cared about her at all. That he was only interested in covering his ass if/when I found out AND that all he actually cared about was getting in her pants. Almost two years later and she was just realizing what I have known all along. That cognitive dissonance is really something...
I get that she is making somewhat of an effort. She is attempting to do something, which is more than I got for almost 2 years. But this just adds a new layer of depth to the sadness.
She said that she didn't want to tell me all that she did tonight because I'm taking 3 of the kids to the amusement park in Denver tomorrow (their "prize" from the summer reading program). But she also didn't want to wait until next week because she is leaving for 10 days with #2 for a friend's surprise 16th birthday back in IL (with a few extra days to see family).
I get it. There's never a "good time" to talk about this crap. But the kicker in it all? She reminded me that at the beginning of December 2016, about 10 days before she kicked everything off, I came to her and flat out asked "Are you having an affair?" She denied it. She said that, looking back, that should have been the giant flag waving, calling her out of the place she was headed. But instead, she chose to ignore it. She didn't care about me, the kids, nothing but her own selfishness. So she just did what she wanted to do.
I'm not angry. I'm not bitter or resentful. I'm not full of self-righteousness. And I don't feel like shooting the AP.
But I am sad. Sad that this whole thing happened. Sad that my life that I once knew is gone. Sad that so many things, though changed for the better, had to have this catalyst.