Today my W had a job interview for her first full time job since before we had kids. This morning when she picked up the kids, she was nervous, but I didn't offer any comfort. I just stuck to the business of getting the kids ready. I was torn as to how much to fuss over her as though we were still together. So she left with the kids and I went to work. About 15 minutes before I knew she was going to have the interview, I simply texted her "Be yourself, he'll be impressed." After her interview she texted me back "Thanks! Busy for lunch?" She then called and excitely told me the interview went really well and asked if I was already eating lunch. I was, so I declined her offer, but offered sincere congratulations.
Tonight I went to our son's baseball game. I actually kept my distance from my W and didn't talk or flirt too much. I wore my running stuff and chose to do laps around the fields in between innings or when the game was boring. I did have a little fun with my W and asked her to time me, which she did and seemed to have fun with it, but she was generally kind of crabby.
Anyway, as usual, she asked if I'd like to have dinner with them after the game. I said okay and we went someplace to eat. Now for the bombshell. She said she was hoping to get a pretty decent salary with this job, and that she wanted to take the kids on vacation for a week before she started. I tentatively said okay. Then my son said "What about Daddy going to Disneyworld with us?" My W got a little flustered, but then admitted that she discussed with the kids the possibility of going to Disneyworld and asking if I'd like to go along. She was very clear that we'd get two rooms, one for the girls, and one for the boys.
This is getting too much. What is going on with OM???? My W tells me nothing, so I assume she's still involved with him. How can she really ask me to go on vacation with that going on? Is she really this much of a cake eater? Just because he's thousands of miles away, she's happy to have me along? I can't tolerate this much cake eating.
On top of it all, since we were having such a nice time at dinner, my poor son yet again voiced his hopes that we'd get back together. My W plainly and confidently stated, "S, Daddy and I are never going to get back together, but you can see we get along very well." Then she looked at me with a stressed face and said with defeat "I need another beer."
I think it may be time for my W and I to have a serious talk about our situation. What do you all think?
