Oh boy, H and I had the mother of all R talks this morning. Started by him, not me. It lasted hours. On and off, from one room of the house to another. H venting, then me. I learned more than I probably care to know about his A with the OW. What a wacked out b!tch she is. But then, I guess I already knew that. Normal and happily adjusted women aren't the ones that prey on married men.
I know that this is very healing for us. Some of the things that he told me were pretty painful, but knowing him, had to be said. Part of the reason that I married him after the end of my first M was because of his honesty with me. That part of him is now back in spades. Everything that he had bottled up while he was busy being the alien is now spilling out. It's like my real H was frozen inside himself and is now begining to thaw.
Just before lunchtime the insurance adjuster (OM & OW) showed up to look at the crash site. We have gotten lots more snow since then, so he was not able to see much. He came inside and asked to see the pics that I had taken of the wreck site. Second photo in he just said "oh yeah, he really came in pretty hard." He asked me to send him the shots, which I have done. Their vehicle was totaled. We now have to get estimates and they will send us a check for repair.
H had to leave to go plow, and I slept all afternoon. This emotional stuff is pretty tiring.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
