German wife still foggy

[PortlandDad]

Well, the conversation is over. It was not exactly my worst-case scenario, but it was more negative than positive. As I pretty much feared, when I asked her about the flight information, she said that she didn't have it. I asked her why not, and she said that she had been busy this week. Instead of arguing round and round the point, I cut right to the chase. I asked her is she was coming home or not. She said she didn't know.

*Sigh*

Ok, I said, why don't you know (I was begging the question, but whatever)? She said she was afraid things would be like they were. I said "Have my actions not spoken loud enough that I don't want things to be like they were?" - Yeah, another DB no-no, but by this point why should I even pretend to be DBing?
She asked me why I couldn't come to Germany with her and find a job there. I told her, I want to do that (Witness my german classes and the promise that we will move there when the kids are grown and out of the house), but we can't right now. Our kids do not speak german and moving to Germany now would knock them back years in school and their social lives: not worth the price to cater to her desire to live in Germany. She said that she wants the kids in Germany with her. I told her that will never happen. She has to make a choice: her kids or her fantasy. She started crying uncontrollably.

I asked her why she couldn't be honest with me. She asked what she had been dishonest about. I said, "You said you were packing this week and getting ready to come home". She said that she had been packing and even wanted to show me on the vid cam. I said, no I really don't care. Third DB strike? or three-hundredth? Bleh!

I said, OK. This conversation isn't going where I hoped it would, so I pulled out my resolve. I told her that since she was still on the fence, and since she was showing no interest in returning and being with me or the kids, that I was going to file for the contested D on Monday. She started blubbering started saying that she was headed for the cemetery; that her life was over. I told her that was yet another reason to get her *ss back here: she needs help!

She hung up on me and I tried unsuccessfully to call her or her mother for the next two hours, and I have still not been able to get in touch with her. In her condition, I don't know what she is capable of, or what she wants. I never thought I would ever say this, but I hope she calls the someone (even the OM at this point would be good) and vents until she is more balanced.

Ugh. I just can't take this much drama any more.