Winter Solstice
Tonight is the longest night of the year (12/21/2K2)
I called the kids today to find out how they liked the Christmas present I left and hid in the house before I left. Lexie answered. At first I thought it was her mother. God, they sound alike.
They had a great time. Presents from me, my mom and my father were opened by the kids. Lexie said it was like two Christmas's this year. I don't know if she realizes it's two Christmas's from her on out.
Austo got on the phone and said they found the present I hid and described how they had to find something to tie around the big present (Karaoke Machine) and Gramma Kitty was the "Puller up guy".
When I got on the phone with my mother she told me *-------* still wasn't home from the night before and told her that she didn't wanted to be included in the kids opening presents. I asked where she was and she said "At her boyfriend's, *-----* place". She immediately apologized for telling me, but she said I needed to know because things are getting out of control in every aspect of my wife's life.
"Who's *-----*?" I asked because I had never heard that name before. The guy's name I thought she was sleeping with was Tom.
"Why did you call him her boyfriend?"
"Lexie told me today that Mom has a new boyfriend and she knows it's her boyfriend because he calls her sweetie."
I asked her to put Lexie back on the phone to check the temperature.
"Hi Lexie! What's Mom's new boyfriend's name?"
"-----"
"How do you feel about this?"
"Um, I don't know. I don't really think about it."
"OK, I love you, goodbye."
I called *-------* cell phone.
"Hello?"
"It's me, who's *-----*?"
"Did you get my letter?"
"No, why?"
"Because I told you about it in the letter."
"Why would you tell me about this in a letter now when I'm in a place like this?"
"Because I didn't want you to hear it from the kids first. I thought it was appropriate."
"Too late for that, you're a real piece of work."
She then slammed into the defensive mode and started blaming me for the situation. That because I kept this -------- shit to myself, she wasn't about to share her life with me. We were married for 12 years, she knew what I was up to. I don't hide anything.
(I share too much, that's why I'm fucked. Sounds like a great song title!)
"I didn't call to fight. I think you're sick too and I wish you came to family week to heal. Where and when did you meet *-----*?
"He's one of my customers, I met him in September." (Don't remember the screaming shit...)
"Hmmm, what a coincidence that you met *-----* the same month you kicked me out."
At this point she started back peddling to ensure I thought this relationship started after we separated.
"I didn't start dating him until November and I just went to the Holiday party last weekend."
That's why she wanted the Porsche! Now she's hiring overnight babysitters to fuck some other guy. What a piece of work indeed.
"I like him and I'm going to pursue a relationship with him."
She said Goodbye and I hung up.
I guess the only good thing about her is finally she's coming clean today. I'm here at *---* I can tell you for sure that if I was in Seattle when I heard this news I wouldn't start *---------*.
At least now I have 10 days to internalize my wife's disclosure. This hurts.
Fuck me.
The letter I ever said I got, I did. I steamed it opened Xeroxed it and sent it back. I'll post the scan tomorrow.