I can tell you the reason behind my emotions today is probably because it was one year ago today when I welcomed my daughter into the world. I stood by W throughout the process... helped the nurse hold her legs so she could push... cut the umbilical cord... and held her close in my arms that night.

Now I look and I question how we got to this point. Too much has happened, but it seems as though W and her family thrive on the chaos. I'm just sort of numb by now... we've been through a birth, a funeral, an affair, and now the divorce process.

On the one hand I've stood trying to pull everyone closer together as a reaction to the tragedy of her father's death... on the other W has been destroying the goodwill between her family and myself and tearing the bonds asunder.

I haven't cried throughout this entire process... I think I'm hurt beyond tears at what has transpired in our lives.

Then I remind myself of D1, and I'm reassured that what I'm doing is the right thing. It is a lonely road, thankless, and ultimately the pain of the experience will leave many bridges burned in the wake of W's affair. True love doesn't destroy families... but I'm the last person she is going to listen to, and probably the only person that would be giving her reasonable advice.


"You can't reason someone out of a position they didn't reason themselves into."