My husband told me that he would arrive at 2:00 p.m. on Sunday, March 3, 2013 to pick up his belongings.
I had everything neatly packed in garbage bags and boxes and left at the back door of our unrented suite in our downstairs. I left the door unlocked so he could just come in. My daughter planned to go over to her friend’s house before her dad arrived. She did not want to see him. She felt strongly about taking our dog with her as she didn’t want her dad to see the dog. My younger daughter was already at a friend’s home. My older daughter came in with her friend at 1:20 p.m. to get the dog to leave. She was just heading down the stairs when she saw her dad’s vehicle pull into the driveway. He arrived at 1:30 p.m.; a half hour early.
My older daughter went into sheer panic. She was mad he was early; she was mad she hadn’t left earlier; she was mad she was trapped in the house; she was mad she was almost out the door and if she had been he would have seen her; she was mad he was in the garage instead of in the back getting his belongings; she was mad he was in the garage for a very long time. I finally told her to just go out the front door and not look back, that daddy was in the garage and wouldn’t see her. She was afraid he was going to exit the garage as she was leaving but she took the dog, I opened the door and she and her friend left the house.
Just as I opened the front door for them to leave a girlfriend of mine had arrived and was standing on the front porch. Her son had contacted her (my daughter’s friend that she just left with) to say that my husband had arrived. She wanted to be with me for support while he moved out his belongings and she wanted to be there for me in case he tried to come upstairs to see me. I had all the doors locked leading to where I was and since he didn’t have anything to say to me the day he left when he knew I knew about the affair, I suspected he still had nothing to say to me.
I’m not sure how long he was there–one hour, maybe an hour and a half max. I did feel emotional. I felt a deep sadness in the pit of my stomach. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I wanted him to want to talk to me. I wanted him to try to make an effort to see me. I wanted him to be asking me for forgiveness, to say he was sorry, to say he would do anything to fight for our marriage and that it was all a terrible mistake on his part. I know that I told him I didn’t want to see him or talk to him but I wished he felt so much anguish and regret over his actions that he had do anything to apologize. But he didn’t. Eventually he was done and he just got in his vehicle and left.
After he was gone I went downstairs. Instead of taking all his belongings like I asked, he opened bags and left them strewn around the room. Now I felt anger. He said he would be at our home for 2 p.m. and came a half hour earlier. Now instead of coming to get all of his belongings, he only took a few things.
My girlfriend had stayed in touch with her son and told him that he and my daughter could come back as her dad had left. My daughter was equally as mad that he didn’t take all his things. She wanted to pack up everything and dump his stuff at the home of the other woman. I also wanted to remove his items from our house but not in a mean-spirited manner. I wanted to take away his control for being able to come back when he pleased to get the rest of his things. I didn’t want him popping in at his convenience or whenever he felt he needed something. I wanted to help him to move out his belongings and I was giving him the benefit of the doubt that he must not have been able to take everything all on his own or surely he would have. Maybe he couldn’t fit everything in his truck.
We could help. And so we did. I felt better already doing something to take back the control.
My girlfriend, her 16-year old son, my 15-year old daughter and I filled 2 cars with his belongings. We stopped to get a bite to eat first and then drove to my husband’s office. He is a partner in the company where he works. His company owns the building where he works. Therefore I was not dumping on public property. I had sought the advice of a friend in law enforcement before I did this. She also told me that I had to be careful that his belongings were protected. His office is on the 3rd floor of an outside walk up. His belongings would be protected from being seen by the street below and they were protected from weather by a covered roof.
When we arrived at my husband’s office, we noticed one of his colleagues coming down the stairs. It was Sunday but not uncommon for them to go into the office to catch up on work over the weekend. When he left, my girlfriend went around the back of the office to the parking lot. My husband’s vehicle was there! It was daylight still so we left and came back home. We waited until dark and went back at around 10:00 p.m. No on was there now. We took all of his belongings and left them outside his office with signs all around that said, “Property of (Husband’s Name)”. My daughter also left a framed photo that said “#1 Dad” and changed it to read “Worst Dad”. She felt strongly about leaving it on top of his belongings. There were probably about 25 garbage bags and 4 boxes.
It was another bonding moment for my daughter and me. We were bonding over a situation that we both wished we were not involved but it was a way for us to deal with the sexual text messages and e-mails that we found on my husband’s phone. It was a way that we were able to support each other, express our anger, take some control and send a message to my husband and her dad that we can dispose of his belongings the way he chose to dispose of his family for another woman.
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