She did quit her job (and played quite the victim doing so), but OM eventually left there and she recently went back as the pay and hours were better for us. I was having to pick up our sons from school 3x a week, and that wasn't good for my career, and was only a stop-gap thing because we really needed the money.

There were three "dealbreakers" that I laid out for her when she begged me back. Write a "no-contact" letter to OM, agree to total transparency (esp. cell phone # change, with new phone's detailed billing coming to me), and get tested for STDs.

She did none of them.

We have also hit a very rough financial patch, with a possible foreclosure looming, and at the first appearance of these dark storm clouds -- as ominous as I understand they are -- she stopped wearing her wedding ring and pulled away from me.

WAY too soon for that.

Also, in the 10 weeks since we've attempted reconciliation, she has not initiated ONE kiss, ONE hug, or ONE backrub, armscratch, NUTHIN.' Even though we had long, heartfelt convos about how important this was to me. So even with a pending divorce action (coupled with a custody fight) hanging over her head, she could not even begin to give me what's been lacking for nearly 20 years, and she cut-and-run, commitment-wise, at the first storm.

She told me the night that she came to me and begged me back, "If it takes a lifetime, I will make it up to you." She couldn't even give it a MONTH.

Choc.


Still Way Too Soon
11/2007



You asked me if I’d just give you the chance
To make it up to me
You said that you’d made the mistake of your life
The fog had lifted and now it was clear to see

That I was the one, the one for you
That I was your love, your life, your home
You said that if it took the rest of your life
You’d make it up to me, alone

Well it’s way too soon for you to pull back now
Way too soon to give it less than your best, baby
Way too soon
Way too soon
You hurt me way too much to fight me now, and
Hurt me way too much to say that you just don’t know

The rest of your life?
Hell, you couldn’t give it a month
You couldn’t give it one storm

If things had gone, nearly perfect maybe
And everything had blown your way
Maybe that’s what you were hoping for baby
And only then, again you’d say

That I was the one, the one for you
That I was your love, your life, your home
That even if it took the rest of your life
That you’d make it up to me, alone

Well it’s way too soon for you to pull back now
Way too soon to give it less than your best, baby
Way too soon
Way too soon
You hurt me way too much to fight me now, and
Hurt me way too much to say that you just don’t know

The rest of your life?
Hell, you couldn’t give it a month
Couldn’t give it one storm
This was way too soon,
And now I’m gone.