I just wanted to check-in and report I'm now out of the hospital and resting in a condo hotel, hopefully until Sunday when I'm now trying to fly to the US. I did have WH drive me and we pretty much drove in complete silence with me just looking out the window and him completely clueless how to start any conversation with me beyond asking if I was comfortable enough, warm enough and whether I wanted him to shop for me. I did have him stop so I could pick up groceries and supplies and he got me set up. I'm not helpless, am feeling much better but went ahead and let him handle as much as possible.
We talked some before I told him to leave, about how unbelievable it is to me that we're here, that I'm in the physical and mental shape I'm in and how I wondered if he thought it was all worth it.
He lamented how much destruction he's done and how ashamed he is.
I know there has been some question as to how much he might think I know. When I confronted him, which I had no real plan in mind at the time, but knew I had to get it done, I did tell him I knew all of it...the flirting, the sexting, when they first f'd. Most importantly I told him the absolutely worst part of all wasn't the sex but the cruel way they treated me, played games at my expense, most especially how he happily participated in all of it. It's why I called them psychos and sociopaths when I word-vomited all over him that night.
So, while I tried to make it as clear as possible I knew every filthy dirty secret, he probably still doesn't really know all I know. Of course I'm not sure I know it all either as I'm sure plenty went on they didn't text about. So he is not in right now in CYA mode, not denying anything, not trying to tell me I'm crazy or delusional. He's simply listening. I'm pretty sure my calmness is giving him some sense of relief so before he left, I told him I can't ever see living in that house again since his girlfriend is next door so he can either buy me out or we sell the house so I can get my cut.
I told him I was going to go to the US and while there I'd consider my options but while I was gone he needed to figure out the house issue.
He asked me to tell him what he could do to get me to consider giving us time to decide our future. It's the first time he's given a hint of thinking of a future. I started to cry and told him that's what I planned to think about in the US but it was about my future and whether or not he fit in it. I asked him to consider all he has done to me these past 4 months and think if I had done all that to him -what could I possibly do to make him ever want to try to work it out with me. I told him when he found that answer to let me know because I sure as heck didn't even know where to start on this hell journey he's put me on.
He left and the first thing I did was pull out the damn iPad! I'm not proud but the curiosity was killing me and I caved.
They have texted but it's clearly done and over, at least for the moment. His first message to her was, "ffs, what have you done?" and this was sent while I showered that night after I confronted him. So he thinks she told me everything.
She denied knowing what he was talking about, and he read her the riot act ...because of course it couldn't be his fault! Told her I clearly knew everything and were things only she could have told me. She went nuts, he went nuts, lots of out of sync messages back and forth trying to speak over each other and he told her several times how effed up they were to do this to me and that I was destroyed while she yelled back, "don't act like you didn't enjoy all of it!) (Ugh!!!! I hate this, that he said this and I feel sick about it. It's the last thing I want her to think - that they destroyed me!)
He told her he never wanted to see her again. Never to call, text and to absolutely stay away from the house and me. (To me, he seemed unreasonably pissed at her, relative to the kind of messages I had been reading before all this. At least that's my interpretation.)
The next day she texted asking if he was OK and continued to text that over the next couple of days including feigning worry about me and about him and asking for any update, and reminding him she never said anything. He never answered until she then sent a message saying, "I get the message now, loud and clear. It's done. I packed what you had here and put it all on your doorstep!". (sick to my stomach all over again because he had his sh#1 at her house? F#$@@kkkkk!)
He messaged back, all in caps, and I quote him, so please forgive me..."stay the fuck away from my home"! (Ummmm, 'scuse me? Our home!)
She messaged back..."fuck you. This is your problem. Not mine. Good luck with that!"
And that was the last message, last Sunday as I lay in a hospital, basically patient Jane Doe with no friends or family around, recovering from their cruel treatment.
So, yeah. Just a continuous, long trail of destruction for the thrill of new sex. What a g'damn mess!
And now time for hot shower, meditation music and sleep.
Thank you for listening.