Work sucked because my computer was down all damn day. Nothing. I worked on a lot of paperwork, so boring as hell and threw in some sales calls.
I got a message on my phone about someone wanting be a friend on FB. Two actually. Waiting on pics, yenko.
The other was another really old dear friend that I haven't spoken to in years. We met when I worked in the theater business in high school. We stayed friends ever since. We even played rugby together later in years. May have been about 9 years since we spoke. We lost touch when he ended up moving to Kentucky for a while and now he lives in the Houston area.
We messaged each other a couple times through FB and then he called me.
Not to go into too much gory detail, but ends up he went through the same thing in his marriage a couple years ago. She wanted out, possible multiple affairs, they separated for maybe 7 or 8 months, she filed, he counter filed....
and today, they are making it.
I found this all out after I had given him the Cliffs Notes version of my sitch. The way he was responding to me and the questions he was asking me were very curious and then he laid HIS sitch on me. I told him about my temptations at this point and the ABC girls. He basically ministered to me. He told me to stand strong in the storm. He has been there.
All the same things that you tell me, beej. The same.
Someone in my real life has given me words of hope. Someone who has made it, too. He didn't sound very religious at this point in his life, but I told him that it was NO coincidence that he had felt compelled to contact me after so long. Something from above, and he agreed. We talked for awhile and promised that we will keep in touch. I finally got my computer working(after we closed) and thanked him again for contacting me.
Those coincidences that are not coincidences but signs from above. I love that guy. He was like a brother to me.
And he still is.
Pick up my girls. At the daycare, I called the wife. I wanted to find out if I needed to pay or if she was. No answer. I left no VM. I told the daycare that I'll pay tomorrow if needed. They were cool with that. Go home, cook up some steaks and steamed rice and watch The Hulk.
During the movie, I get a call from the aunt in Laredo. She tells me that she had gone to visit the wifes dad in the hospital. I was surprised to hear this. I hadn't heard anything about it from the wife. The aunt goes on to tell me that she still has had no contact with the wife and that my FIL's wife tried to call my wife sometime last week, when he was admitted on Tuesday! No response from the wife and now they are upset. I talk to the aunt for a while and I let her know that I'm sure that maybe the wife just didn't get the call or message or whatever. The aunt is still upset with my wife for our sitch. I tell her that I may call her and let her know just in case.
I call FIL's brother who lives in San Antonio. We talk for a while and come to find out that the doctors did not expect FIL to live through the weekend. And no word from my wife. He says that she needs to get in touch with him.
He had no idea that we were separated. I had to let him know. He starts to ask questions that I, for some reason, was a little uncomfortable talking about with him. I don't know him THAT well. Did I have someone else, did she. What happened, blah blah. I allude to the fact that there is someone else with really saying and change the subject. He asks if we at least talk and I tell him we do. He asks me to ask her to call her dad. I tell him I will.
Then I call the wifes older sister. THEY haven't spoken in months either. Now the older sister is no angel. She is the mother of nephew, who we took in two years ago. I ask her how she is doing. She says she hasn't spoken to her sister or their mother in sometime. She says how surprised she was when she found out what had really happened. Never would have expected that from her sister. Never. I tell her the same thing I told the uncle. I love her but can't do anything to fix her or change her mind about anything. She thanks me for always being there for her sister, especially when she was sick and thanked me for taking care of her son. I let her know that we might visit her over the weekend.
I call the wife finally. Maybe I shouldn't have but I didn't want anything to happen to her father and her not realize it.
I don't think that would have been right.
She sounds like sh*t. Still sick. I ask her if she has spoken to her father or his wife. She says that she spoke to her a couple weeks ago or might have been just last week, she says. She says he called her today, but she missed the call. She was going to return the call but it got too late. I ask her if they left a VM. She ask why and I let her know that I spoke to the aunt, that his wife supposedly called her either today or last week and that their calls were not returned. I let her know that her father has been in the hospital since last Tuesday and is still there and that they didn't think that he was going to last past the weekend. She listens to her messages while I'm still on the phone. She says the VM from today was from his wife and just says to call her.
"I'm going to call right now" she says. "Find out what the heck is going on." "I'll call you back."
After 15 minutes, she calls back. She says the wife IS upset with her, that she says she called her Thursday. She says she has been getting a lot of bill collector calls and maybe didn't recognize the number. She sees the missed call now, but the lady didn't leave a message. I tell her that the lady SHOULD have left some kind of message. Now the wife is getting upset. That she guesses she screwed THAT up too. The she has a lot going on with trying to run a household and a job. She is starting to cry. She asks what the aunt said and I tell her what I had already told her.
I know she is wondering why the aunt is calling me. I didn't give any details other than what pertained to her dad. I ask her if her dad would be able to talk on the phone. She tells me that no, besides she wouldn't let me. I just kind of listen to her, because now she is starting to cry more.
"I need to let you go. I'm sorry", she cries to me. "Okay, bye."
Should I have not called her? Not that I'm feeling bad about it, just wondering what ya'll think? If I'm bringing drama to myself?
Me 47, WW 38 SS18, D15, D10
Good Bye Girl. No longer SAYING she's moving out. GBG moved out 8-1-08
"I have now decided to enjoy life instead of figure it out."
