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Intuition

It has now been 1 year since I discovered my husband’s affair.

I decided to go back and see what was going on in e-mail conversations during that time.  Unfortunately my phone was replaced so I don’t have text messages between us from back then.

There are some specific things that stand out in my mind.  In January 2013 my husband left me, our 2 daughters and one of their friends waiting at a very busy restaurant for 45 minutes before he showed up.  My daughter had talked to him just 30 minutes before the agreed meeting time.  He failed to answer his cell phone when I was trying to find out where he was and when he did finally arrive he said, “I was out on a claim and I never said I would be here at 6:00 p.m.”  Then he shoved an onion ring in his mouth.  Maybe I was so trusting I accepted what he said; maybe I couldn’t accept another reason at that time; maybe I was too lazy to inquire further or more likely I was just too annoyed, disappointed and hurt.

When I discovered with no doubt an affair was happening, I was so shocked and disbelieving but should I have been?  I realized after the fact that there were some other things I should have questioned further.

The last e-mail where he told me loved me was September 9, 2012.  Our 18th wedding anniversary was September 10 and he joked he was spending the night with his mistress as it was their one year anniversary.  There is a gap in our email conversations from September 27 – October 16 and the emails following that date are about a fight that Dave picked with me upon his return from a couple of days away on business.  He arrived home the weekend of my first 1/2 marathon.  He complained that the house was still as messy as it was when he left and made a way bigger deal of this than seemed reasonable.  He didn’t come to support me at the 1/2 marathon and didn’t bring our girls down to cheer me on.  That was Thanksgiving weekend and when I came home from the race, as sore and tired as I was with blisters on my feet that prevented me from walking without limping, I still put the turkey in the oven and then left the house and went to the beach to get away and to rest.  I returned to put dinner on the table and my husband announced in front of the girls “the stuffing tastes like shit.”

He didn’t want to come with me to my girlfriend’s surprise 40th birthday in November but I finally convinced him that I really wanted him to be there with me.  He always seemed to pick a fight or wouldn’t come with me to meet new friends or do anything with my friends when we had plans to go out.

At his company Christmas party on December 14 he ignored me the entire time.  I noticed a couple of women hanging on to his every word but I didn’t ask about them and looking at them I didn’t see anything special that would make me think my husband was interested.  It turns out that the one woman was the “other woman”.  Something happened the night before at their client party because that date, December 13, came out in a text I found when I discovered the affair.  We left his Christmas party hand in hand.  The 2 girls who talked to him all night followed us out at the same time. I was social that night with his other coworkers and their wives but I was not enjoying myself.  He was drunk and on display so I just let him have his fun.  After all, it was his company party.  I even tried to build up his ego by commenting on the girls hanging off him.

When we went to my sister’s house in Vancouver on December 27 for our family Christmas he got very drunk and told my sister in front of her 3 girls, who are in their 20’s, my kids, and my niece’s boyfriend that if he wasn’t with me he would be with my sister.  When I told my sister about his affair she was stunned but said he was acting so inappropriately at Christmas that she and my nieces were all commenting on it afterwards.  The next day when we were travelling home he was just being mean and not wanting to do the Boxing Day shopping that me and my girls were interested in doing. He said he wasn’t hung over and was feeling well.  He definitely had started to drink a lot more since joining his new company in the summer of 2011.   He had dial-a-driver programmed into his phone.  He had been using this service quite frequently over the previous 6 months.

He told me January 24, 2014 that the guys on his hockey team were taking him out for his birthday the next night. He did have hockey scheduled on the calendar and that was usual for a Friday night.  When I asked where they were going he said to the Keg.  That is a fine dining restaurant, not a boys-going-out-for-a-beer kind of place.   The next night we went out for his birthday to a Pink in the Rink Royals hockey game.   I bought him a chuck-a-puck and he won 2 tickets to Rihanna, hotel and airfare.  When he saw the date of the concert he had a tantrum because it was the day we were to return from our Florida March break vacation.  He stomped and said childishly, “I want to go and you scheduled our trip longer than I wanted you to.”  I was dumbfounded and just looked at him.  Again, this was his behavior in front of our girls.

In February he starts to stay later at work.  I remember calling him on a February Saturday morning just after I dropped my daughter at dance on a Saturday morning reminding him to order tickets to our daughter’s dance recital.  His response was very terse and hurried telling me he had to go out on 3 claims and couldn’t talk.  Usually on Saturday mornings he takes the dog for a hike by himself.  The next Saturday morning in February he tells me he is taking the dog for a hike but not leaving at 10:30 a.m.  He always went alone.  Why was he going at a specific time?  I never questioned this.   My girlfriend invited us to a house-warming party after my daughter’s dance recital and he refused to go.  Another night in February, he wanted to have sex and is mad I don’t feel like using toys.  He turns over and decides then not to have sex with me at all.  On 2 other occasions in February it took a long time for him to get an erection.  I found a bottle of lubrication in our bathroom.  I asked him what it was doing on the counter and he tells me he was looking at the ingredients in it.  On February 14 when we last had sex it was very different; aggressive and raunchy.  I asked him afterwards who he was having sex with because it wasn’t me.  February 18 he mentions separation.  On February 26 he told me he contacted our tenants at our home in Cambridge Ontario saying we were going to sell the home.  That shocked me.  He was moving quickly to get rid of our assets.  I mentioned that our banker suggested a spousal RRSP and he said, “What if you aren’t going to continue to be my spouse?”  I remember talking to him in the kitchen and thinking that he was looking at me as though he despised me.  On the evening of February 26 I was sobbing and begging my husband to not just leave but to go to counseling to work on our marriage.  He said that I would never change.

In Brené Brown’s book, The Gifts of Imperfection, she indicates that “…psychologists believe that intuition is a rapid-fire, unconscious associating process–like a mental puzzle.  The brain makes an observation, scans its files, and matches the observation with existing memories, knowledge, and experiences.  Once it puts together a series of matches, we get a “gut” on what we’ve observed.”

On February 28 he was leaving to go to Vancouver the next morning.  We were watching t.v. together but he got up suddenly to say he was going to bed because he had to get up early in the morning.  I told him we wouldn’t see each other before he left so we should hug goodbye now.  He sighed with annoyance.  I said, “You don’t want to hug me goodbye?”  He said, “No, you can hug me.”  It was exactly at that moment that my gut finally made me check my husband’s phone.

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Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Today represents one year exactly since I last had sex with my husband.   Last year, he brought me home a dozen long-stem, red roses.  He gave each of our daughters a rose as well.  I made a nice dinner of horseradish encrusted salmon–a dish I had never made before but one that my husband loved and ordered every time we went to the Blues Bayou Café for dinner. I bought him some fancy flavoured massage oil/lubricants. We exchanged cards, drank wine and enjoyed a chocolaty, rich, decadent dessert.

I had no idea that night would be the last night we would be intimate together.  I remember it though.  I said to him afterwards, “Who were you having sex with because it wasn’t me?”  He faltered slightly, paused, but not enough that it meant anything obvious to me.  He said, “No…, I was having sex with you.”  He didn’t ask me why I asked that question but for me our sex that night was raunchier than usual.  He was more aggressive, verbal, dominant; it was noticeably different.

Since then, I haven’t held hands with anyone; kissed anyone or even had anyone in my mind to fantasize about.  I am still married; not legally separated; and although I am taking the legal steps to move forward with my life I am not ready mentally, emotionally, physically, financially or morally to engage in another relationship on any level.

Today marks a passage of time that has gone by very quickly.  It really does seem like yesterday when we were last together.  I wonder how many times he has had sex in the last year; what it is like for him; has he learned any new tricks; discovered new pleasures; participated in kinkier things than he ever did with me.  Has he had more adventure, experienced better orgasms, explored different positions?  Has he had more than 1 partner, multiple partners at the same time and does he ever feel like he is still cheating on me?  I wonder if he ever misses having sex with me. I wonder if he feels empty when he lies in bed after the act is completed or did he feel empty after being with me and now someone else makes him feel more alive.  All futile thoughts and wasted energy because I will never know the answers to any of those questions.

Abstinence does not make my heart grow fonder for my husband. On the contrary, it makes me firm in my position that I cannot imagine being with him intimately again.  When I see him, I can’t even look at his face.  I cannot stand to be in his presence.  It is more than uncomfortable;  it is unbearable.  And yet, I would have loved him to have sent roses for Valentine’s Day.  I would have loved him to have sent a sincere, heart-felt, “I’m sorry” letter outlining how remorseful, regrettable and miserable his life has been since cheating on me and being separated from me.  Instead I am wondering how he is showing his girlfriend his love for her on Valentine’s Day.

 

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Hello 2014! The year dedicated to me!

I have been so sick for the month of January that I am making today, January 31, my New Year’s Eve. 

I’ve gone away with 4 girlfriends on a retreat for the weekend in Honeymoon Bay.  We are eating great food prepared for us by an amazing chef, staying in beautiful bedrooms in a secluded resort, enjoying wine, scrapbooking, watching DVD’s, working out, hot tubbing, reading, and nature as we are surrounded by trees, mountains and a lake.

As such, I have opened up the Astro 2014 that I tore out of the paper on December 30, and I am reading the Cancer horoscope for this year.  It reads:  “The year 2014 means greater freedom and change for all Cancers.  You are so dramatically redefining your individuality, others notice it.  It’s public.  Even if your drive for more independence is hindered by a partnership, you ain’t gonna stop….This is a fortunate year for you.”  The Astro states that my 2014 mantra is: “I appreciate my good fortune and will take advantage of it!”

I only recently found out that it is the Chinese year of the horse.  That is my Chinese zodiac symbol. 

My lawyer just contacted me with the Judicial Case Conference date for April 17 so things are moving forward with my separation/divorce. I am feeling more disinterested with my husband’s life and his girlfriend.  I am content being single.  I entered a contest through Ocean 98.5 radio station on why I should be chosen to be a V.I.P. Goddess. I shared the story of my husband’s affair and how he did not consider me to be a goddess.  There were 280 entries; 4 grand prize winners; and I was one of those winners.  I won an entry in the 2014 Goddess run, VIP parking, VIP bathroom usage, running shoes, running gear and a 12-week training program with Jasper Blake, 2006 Canadian Ironman champion. 

 While my girlfriends are scrapbooking photos of their family, I am making a new scrapbook for 2014 with the title page “Dedicating This Year To Me!” Today before driving up to the retreat I saw a community bulletin board with a gorgeous illustration of a horse by Janine Johnston.  I took that poster and have added it to my subtitle page, “Year of the Horse”.  I am feeling excited about the prospects for this year and know that despite all the obstacles and challenges that will undoubtedly be a big part of 2014, the universe is screaming “You are worthy” and is giving me opportunities to allow me to grow and shine. 

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Happy Birthday Husband!

On Sunday, January 26, it was my husband’s 46th birthday.  It was his weekend with our girls.  Our oldest daughter has only recently started to see him again and it is sporadic–“free food” is how she describes their relationship.  Our 11-year old daughter had dance practice on Friday and he picked her up afterwards, took her for dinner and she slept at his house.  On Saturday she made plans to stay at her friend’s place overnight so he dropped her off at her friend’s place at noon.  She never plans sleep overs when I have her for the weekend, only on her weekend with her dad. 

With my husband having no child to look after on Saturday night it made me wonder if my husband’s girlfriend would be taking him out to celebrate his birthday and reminisce over their hook up that same night a year ago.  I went to a movie on Saturday night and was constantly looking to see if they might show up.  I haven’t run into them yet but it is so rare that I go out that I just kept expecting to see them holding hands and smiling and laughing together.  They may have gone to the Keg and back to her place again.

On Saturday, he texted my older daughter and asked if she was going to “pop by” on Sunday.  She asked me, “Why would I pop by to see dad?”  She texted back, “No”. 

I didn’t tell either daughter it was his birthday.  It might be selfish but after I found out about his affair I confronted him about an item on our joint Visa card.  He confirmed he was with his girlfriend on the night before his birthday last year.  He originally told me that he was playing hockey and the guys on his team were taking him out for his birthday.  Instead, my husband and his girlfriend went to the Keg (the restaurant that my husband and I always went to with our girls for special occasions).  They had dinner and then went back to her place and had sex. Her husband was out of town.  My husband not only confirmed this happened he was cruel enough to tell me,  “It was the best birthday gift I ever gave myself.” 

The actual day of his birthday last year we went as a family to a hockey game.  He still uses a photo from this night as his Facebook photo–all smiles with the girls.  We gave him an iPad as his gift but clearly that didn’t compare to the gift he gave himself.  Those words resonate with me today so even though I gave him a lovely Father’s Day gift and Christmas gift from the girls, I refuse to acknowledge his birthday in an any respect ever again.

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Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina

I watched the most recent version of this movie last night.  The one with Keira Knightley as Anna Karenina. 

There was one part when they were discussing “Thou Shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife”.  One character is asked if he would die for love.  He said that he would but not for thy neighbour’s wife.  He went on to say, ” Impure love is not love to me.  To admire another man’s wife is a pleasant thing but sensual desire indulged for its own sake is greed; a kind of gluttony and a misuse of something sacred that is given to us so that we may choose the one person to fulfill our humanness.  Otherwise, we might as well be cattle.”

I sent this quote to my husband.  I told him that he was free to share this with his cow.

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Isolation

On New Year’s Day, I drove myself to the hospital and entered the Emergency Department.

I put on the face mask provided and sanitized my hands.  My blood pressure was 125/46, my heart beat was 110 beats per minute, my breathing was rapid and shallow, my chest was rattling, wheezy and painful especially when I coughed, my mouth was swollen and felt filled with sores and I had a fever.  After the chest  x-ray I was lead to a room where they placed a sign on the door that read “isolation”.

I had a lung infection complicated by asthma.  Treatment consisted of placing a mask over my nose and mouth so I could breathe in ventolin and prednisone vapour.  I lost count after 8 masks.  They started to do the treatments back to back and then didn’t even take the mask off my face for a long period and just opened up the compartment and added more medicine.  I was given oral prednisone, Tylenol and antibiotics.  I was wrapped in warm blankets as the treatment made me shaky and the fever was causing chills.  For the most part I had to stay seated upright.  Then I was finally moved to a bed where I could at least extend out my legs but I was still raised to help my breathing and to keep me from coughing.

I stared at the isolation sign.  My kids weren’t home when I left for the hospital.  They had stayed at different friends’ places on New Year’s Eve.  I texted one friend who was planning on popping by to visit me telling her that I was going to the hospital but my phone wasn’t charged so I left it in my car.  Sadly, I know only one phone number (besides my own home and cell number) by heart and that is my husband’s cell.  I called him because he was supposed to be picking up our youngest daughter from her friend’s place at 3:00 p.m. to go to a hockey game.  It was 6:30 p.m.  With my breathing still not under control I was told I was to be admitted but there were no beds.  I would have to stay in a bed in the hallway.  They would keep me in Emerg for as long as possible and they anticipated I would continue to need treatment  for at least another 2 – 4 hours.

I called my husband.  I am guessing the only reason he picked up is because the number that showed up displayed Saanich Peninsula Hospital instead of my number.  I asked him if he could keep our youngest daughter over night.  He asked where our oldest daughter was.  I said I didn’t know because I have been in the hospital all day.  He asked me what was wrong.  I told him that it didn’t matter but at best I would be home tonight but there was a good possibility I would be admitted.  He said that he had hockey in the morning and had appointments for work but he could keep our daughter, she could sleep while he went to hockey and then he could bring her home at 9:15 a.m. before he went to work.

Treatments continued because I was still so wheezy but regardless I had to focus on getting out.  I had my period that was very heavy and because I was so dehydrated I hadn’t gone to the bathroom for 6 hours.  I hadn’t expected to stay so had used my last tampon and pad that were in my purse and knew it was flowing heavily.  I am sure if I had have asked the hospital they would have had at least a pad for me.  I needed new clothes.  I was wet and clammy from sweating.  I could wear a hospital gown and mesh throw away underwear but I’d be in a bed in a hall.  I needed a bath, I wanted my toothbrush, I knew I wouldn’t sleep, I knew I needed more to drink and I needed to let the dog out and feed the cats.

I was isolated.  I had no way to contact anyone else short of asking for a phone book or asking a nurse to search home numbers for me on the internet.  They were so busy I didn’t even ask for water or a pad or more blankets or more Kleenex when I dropped the box on the floor behind the bed and couldn’t get to it.  I had no one with a key to my house who I felt I could ask to bring me the things I needed to stay and to look after my pets and to make sure my older daughter knew where I was and that she was okay.

So, at 10:00 p.m. with my breathing still only registering 175/500 as per the pulmonary blow test I was continuously administered (it did go up from next to nothing to 175 so there was improvement and I could feel that the swelling in my mouth was down and the pain in my chest diminished), I asked to leave.  The doctor felt that the critical stage was over because the prednisone should be starting to kick in but they wanted me to call someone to drive me home.  Again I wasn’t going to call anyone at 10:00 p.m. and wake them, bother them and inconvenience them.  I didn’t even have phone numbers to do that.  I had only paid for 3 hours of parking so I thought there was a good chance I’d have a ticket and would need to move my car or pay more and then I’d still have to come back and get it somehow.  There was no way I was calling my husband.  So I was released with a prescription for an antibiotic, prednisone and I was to use my ventolin puffer with a steroid puffer as often as I needed.

I drove myself home promising to come back by friend or ambulance if my breathing got worse.  I first needed to stop at a gas station and get some electrolyte drinks.  I knew I was so dehydrated.  I was shaking so badly that I think the cashier must have thought I was a junkie.  It took me forever to punch in the pin number for my debit card.  I sat in my car struggling to get the drink open, the cap off to get to the tamper proof seal, put the cap back on, then take it off again because I couldn’t get it open but as soon as I started to drink I began reflecting on what I needed to do to ensure that I keep myself from isolation where I felt so helpless.

 

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Happy New Year?

I think I shed more tears on New Year’s Eve than I did throughout the entire 2013.  I guess I was finally ready to grieve a year that will go down in my history as the year my marriage ended.

Number 13 was never unlucky to me previously.  Now it not only marks a horrible year but it was the day my husband quoted in a text I saw from him to the other woman that said he could feel the sexual tension in documents she sent him even though they were sent prior to December 13.  I will remember the 13th as the date he said their relationship, on some level, started.  That was the day they attended a client party hosted by their company.

It has been more than a year they have been seeing each other.  That is how I can mark that time flies.  It is still so fresh for me that I wouldn’t believe any time passed at all if not for the celebration of a new year.  My divorce still seems no closer.  I switched lawyers to allow me to pursue the litigation route.  The Collaborative Process did not work.  There is no penalty for failure to complete required documents, failure to produce proof of income and proof of expenses, or failure to comply with agreements made in the four-ways meetings involving me and my husband and both our lawyers.  There are no time guidelines so one party can just drag, delay and avoid at the expense of the other.   7 months and $7500 was a huge waste of time and money resources, and that was only my bill, just to find myself in the same position I was in when the process started–no financial assistance and no separation agreement.

I know that my petition for divorce and my request for spousal and child support was filed in the court on November 26, 2013.  Although embarrassing for my husband but satisfying to me for my husband  be served divorce papers at his work, his lawyer was provided the notice instead to save on costs.  I know his lawyer received the documents and said he would serve his client (my husband) with them.  He also asked my lawyer where she saw the file going.  I did not expect to hear anything before Christmas but my new year’s resolution is to get this settled on all levels so I can freely move on.

There is always the hope of what a new year can bring.  I had a ticket to spend New Year’s Eve with friends seeing The Timebenders.  We were going to have a lovely dinner first and then dance, laugh and probably drink some champagne on our way into 2014. Instead I am home alone, with the flu, peeing everytime I have a deep coughing fit, sweating and shivering on the couch watching True Hollywood stories that help me think my life could be worse if I were Charlie Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, Paula Dean, or Sarah Palin.  My champagne was Schindler’s List.  I had never wanted to see it but tonight I felt I could.  The tears really started flowing during the liquidation of the ghetto when I saw the little girl with the red coat, standing out in a black & white film, running for her life while people are gunned down around her, no parent to hold her hand, to offer her comfort or to try and protect her.

Crying and coughing, I sat on the toilet so the pee could flow there instead of into a pad and I just stayed.  It was my scared dog that came in and broke my attention away from me.  He was shaking.  Then I heard the fireworks, the air horn, and I got off the toilet and looked out the window.  It was midnight and people were celebrating.  I cried for another 20 minutes then went back to watch the movie.  The little girl in the red coat found an open door and got off the street. Hope for somewhere safe. Others who had been hiding though were discovered and killed.

Maybe 13 won’t be unlucky.  There is always the possibility that what seems terrible at the time has some grander purpose for the better.  Maybe the future will reveal that the number 13 was actually my lucky day; my lucky year, because so much more fulfillment comes or I am saved from something that I just don’t see or understand yet.

In Schindler’s List I come to the part where they have to exhume bodies and burn them.  There on a cart being carried to be burned with the others is the body of the little girl in the red coat.  For what grand purpose did that happen? For what grand purpose was the war; the holocaust; the near extermination of an entire race?

What I have to hold on to when I feel like I am running all alone for my life in the chaos of gun shots and fear, is my deep core value that God is in control.  He loves me; He has a plan for me; He won’t be mocked and if He is for me, who can be against me?  I trust in that over any understanding or lack of understanding regarding my circumstances.  I go crazy if I start to focus on the “why?” because there is no answer.  I have to just believe that good will triumph evil.  I believe there is a grand plan and I am a part of it in some way that I don’t understand now.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Other Woman

On March 5, 2013, I was driving home from my lawyer’s office.  I was close to the location of the other woman’s office.  I knew where she worked because of the e-mail address of her text messages and e-mails to my husband.

On a whim, I decided to pay her a visit.  I pulled into the parking lot, parked in the visitor parking and entered the building.  It was a 3-story office building.  The front lobby was very busy, the front information desk was crowded and I had no idea how I would find her.  I looked at the directory and noticed that the Risk Management Department was on the 3rd floor.  I knew again by her e-mail and texts that this was the department where she worked.

I walked up to the 3rd floor and saw a maze of cubicles.  I just stood and stared wondering how on earth I would find her.  Then I saw a sign over a door to my right that said “Risk Management Department”.  I walked through.  No one was at the front reception so I continued passed it walking down a corridor with open cubicles to each side.  On my right, a woman asked if she could help me.  I told her I was looking for J.A.  I said that I was Tiffany.  It was a name that I remembered from the other woman’s Facebook page that of course I checked out when I discovered the affair.  The woman said she was in and went to tell her that I was here.  I was considering following her down the corridor and into the office where she turned but I remained standing where I was.  The woman came back out and said she would be with me in a moment.  She told me I could sit down.  I remained standing.  The woman returned to her desk to my right.  Another woman came out of J.A.’s office, smiling, saying also, “She’ll be with you in a minute.”  That woman took a seat at her desk to my left.  I would have an audience.  Then a man exited J.A.’s office, looked down at me and turned the other way into the office beside J. A.  Then J. A. came out of her office towards me.  I was not aware at the time that she knew what I looked like or that she was the one that lingered by my husband the entire evening of his company Christmas party on December 14, 2012, hanging on his every word.

She started to walk towards me, looked at me and hesitated but kept moving forward.  “Are you J.A.”, I asked?

“Yes”, she said.

“I’m R.C.  I just wanted to see the face of the woman who is fucking my husband and I thought you might want to see the face of the woman who’s family you are contributing in tearing apart.”

She bowed her head and said, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s nice”, I said.  “I’ve never got a sorry from my husband.”  “Just to let you know I have a lab requisition to get tested for a multitude of sexually transmitted diseases.  I’ll be kind enough to extend to you the courtesy of letting you know if I have anything.  It might not be from you.  For all I know, he could be fooling around with other women.”  Then I turned and walked out. I heard her say, “I’m sorry, R.” as my back was turned to her and I was leaving.

I arrived home about 20 minutes later and walked through the front door.  My phone was ringing.  It was my lawyer.  He said to me that I didn’t tell him I was going to leave his office and go and make a scene at the other woman’s office.  I told him that I didn’t know I was going to do that.  He said that if he had known that he would have told me not to do it.  He said that he gave me the name of a counselor so I could talk to her about my feelings and not act out on them.  He said that he had hoped I would be working with him and that if I had feelings to do something like that again to tell him and not to do it.

I have no regrets.  It felt great.  I am very glad that I confronted her.

 

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My Voice Temporarily Squelched

After much urging, and the realization that this blog is as much therapy for me as it is for others, I am back.

It was a weighing of opinions and advice.

I had to consider my lawyer’s admonishment to keep information between my husband, his lawyer, me and my lawyer only.  I think I even signed a contract to that effect.  I had to weigh out the displeasure of my husband regarding my “boundary issues” and what is appropriate to share and not share.   I had to weigh out the concern of friends that I may share information that could be detrimental if my case goes to court.  I had to weigh out the questioning of consequences if my children were to discover this blog.

Then I decided to consider me.  Me is a new consideration.  What do I want?  What is good for me?  What brings me pleasure?  It feels selfish.  It feels like everything I hate about my husband right now.  He considered no one in his cheating actions accept himself and a lot of people have been hurt as a result.

Well, one thing all this considering confirms is that I couldn’t care less what displeases my husband.

With respect to my kids, there is less of a chance that they will discover this blog than there is that they find e-mails or texts back and forth between their dad and me.   After all, it was my older daughter who found the incriminating e-mail and text messages between her dad and his girlfriend in the first place.   They could open a journal of mine at anytime and find information that might not be appropriate for them to read.  I would never do anything that I thought had the potential to damage my children.   The sad fact is that they already know and have lived most of what I am sharing.

I don’t want a legal opinion every time I post a comment.   Hopefully, I will not be ‘judged’ by sharing my story.  It is the same truth that I would swear in a court of law or affirm at an Examination for Discovery.  I pay my lawyer to represent me.  I will not share confidential information that is part of information exchanged in the meetings between my husband and me and any of the other “experts” on our team.  It is not my intention to breach any contract.

As for me, writing gives me a purpose.  It is something that I have to accomplish in the day.  It is something I enjoy.  It is healing.  It allows me to go back to the past and reexamine events to see if I have a new understanding, a better understanding, or an understanding at all of what happened in my life so I can learn for today and maybe make better choices and decisions tomorrow.  It gets things out of my mind.  It is freeing.  It can be fun.

I feel the benefits of sharing my story outweigh the concerns, so let me catch you up to speed……

 

 

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cheating, children, emails, family, feelings, infidelity, insensitivity, marriage breakdown, relationships

The sensitivity of a gnat

My husband’s birthday is January 26.  He was already having sex with the other woman by this time.  He actually celebrated his birthday with her after playing hockey on Friday, January 25.  They went to the Keg for dinner.  I assumed he was out with his hockey buddies having some beers celebrating his birthday.  I was home with our girls.

In the summer at a golf tournament, my husband won tickets for a Royals hockey game.  He could choose any game to attend.  He chose 4 tickets on the date of his birthday to attend the Royals Pink in the Rink Game raising funds for breast cancer.  We attended as a family all dressed in pink.

I bought my husband and kids souvenir scarves to wear as well as 8 ‘chuck a-pucks’ to throw out during one of the intermissions.  We split the pucks so we each had 2 to throw.  My husband won closest to one of the 3 circles.  I went to collect his prize.  The prize was 2 tickets to the Rihanna concert on April 1 in Vancouver, hotel for the night and air fare.  The prize package was probably worth about $1000.  When I gave my husband his prize he thought it was great.  We were all so excited.  The girls indicated they wanted to go to the concert so we talked briefly about how we would have to see if we could get 2 more tickets.

Then we looked at the date of the concert.  It was the date we were booked to fly home from Florida.  My husband literally had a tantrum.   He yelled at me that I booked our trip to come home from Florida that day and he hadn’t wanted to stay that long in Florida in the first place.  It was all my fault we now wouldn’t be able to go to the concert and he wanted to go.  I suggested that we could do something; maybe change our return flight home to a day earlier or still go the concert as we arrived home 5 hours before the concert started.  I suggested that maybe we could fly from Florida into Vancouver instead of Victoria and I was trying to think in my mind how we would handled our luggage, etc.

Firstly, I couldn’t believe he was acting this way and then acting this way in front of the kids.  Yes, it would have been nice to go to the concert but it was on a Monday night, there were only 2 tickets so we either had to get 2 more tickets for the kids and the kids would miss school the next day or we had to find them some place to stay on a school night while we attended.  We have no family here to look after the kids.  We would also need to find someone to look after the dog if we went over night.  It wasn’t simple logistically to figure out so wasn’t it a great prize to sell to someone else and take the money to use on our vacation?   Plus, wasn’t our family vacation going to be great enough.  It was our Christmas gift to the kids.  Wouldn’t we want that extra day to enjoy Disney World?

I mentioned his tantrum and how his behaviour made me feel and he did apologize to me afterwards.  We decided to sell the tickets.

On March 5, 2013 my husband made comments to me about e-mails that I sent my friends including a photograph of the girl that I thought was the other woman.  I thought the only way he could possibly know this is because he went onto my computer when he came in the house with no one here as we knew he had done the night before when he knew the rest of us were out of the house.

When I called my husband out on that he said in an email to me on March 5, 2013 @ 9:00 a.m.:

“No…I’ve been told what you’re sending to people…. but you went through my emails?  Isn’t that a little hypocritical of you?” 

He is referring to me taking his Blackberry on February 28 to see if I could find any evidence of indiscretions.  I responded by e-mail on March 5, 2013 @ 12:37 p.m.:

“I never went through your e-mails–ever in the 23 years I have been with you.  I’ve never snooped through your drawers, pockets, pagers, phones, etc.  I don’t even know how to use your Blackberry.  Sadly, I trusted you explicitly and let you live your life completely free.  I never once thought you would do this to us and our family.  I thought you loved me.  I thought you loved your kids.  I thought you loved and valued everything we built together.  I am devastated.  I am betrayed.  I am the saddest person on this planet right now.  I ache so deeply for this loss especially for my children who have lost every security they thought they had.  It is unrepairable.  This will affect forever the relationships that they will have.   The best gift my parents every gave me was raising me in a secure marriage.  I am so sad I can’t give my children that gift.  I am so sad my husband didn’t love or respect me enough to fight for our marriage, to fight for our family, to go to counseling like I suggested.  I got counselor names, I told you how much I loved you and would do anything for you.  I am sad that my kids know that you gave up on us.  That we weren’t enough for you.”

His response on March 6, 2013 @ 7:57 a.m.:

“Did you pack the Rihanna tickets somewhere.  I haven’t seen them and would like to sell them.”

 

 

 

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