Back in town after some days away. Was relaxing to spend some time on the coast, although I kept waking up at night thinking about my sitch.
Anyway, call from W as I was driving back. Asked where I was, then asked what my schedule was like this week re: getting together (for divorce papers, though she didn't say that). I asked if I could at least get off the road first and get a shower before discussing.
Got home, showered, checked email and there was one from her from yesterday asking what's my schedule re: getting together. Odd - why is she so anxious? I did a little snooping and found out that her parents think she should try to get the house and are willing to help her do that. So that's probably why she's so anxious to discuss.
Anyway, called her back. We both apologized it had come to this. She said she hoped I deserved someone who would make me happy. I said I thought I had. Silence. She then said we should talk about this in person and I replied, No, let's just work out the divorce agreement in person, then changed topics.
She's an alien. I know I helped create it, but I didn't add the finishing touches. It's fine if she wants the house - I don't want to be saddled with the mortgage right now.
I still am having problems believing this is happening. I accept it and will go through with it, move on, and find happiness elsewhere, but right now I feel like 12 years of my life is being re-written.
