Well, I went ahead and signed the papers this afternoon to sell my house. The buyer will close at 10 AM tomorrow and that will be the end of it. Nine years later since we planned, built, moved in and lived there, made it our home. The house W insisted we really had to have to be able to truly start and raise a family.
W called me driving back from the attorney's office afterwards. She had already signed a few hours earlier for herself, and she asked whether I had taken care of it. I told her I had and then added, "Congratulations." I meant it both with honesty and with facetious sarcasm.
She threw it back at me like I am supposed to be happy about it. It rubs me the wrong way how glib she can be now about such painful matters. She used to call me "cold" and still continues to suggest I need to be screened for Asperger's. At this point I felt like telling W she needed to have herself screened.
I'm trying hard not to feel the bitterness welling up inside me over this. I can now truly understand how someone can come to hate their former spouse, and I can see now how deadbeat dads and derelict former spouses are born. It is only the will of God and His command that compels me to uphold my integrity and to stand fast in the breach. Otherwise it would be so easy to run away from all of this.
