I truly believed that I was detached. Things were going great in my life. I was happy; my kids were happy. I was seeing what I felt was genuine improvement in my W. She was wanting to come home (for whatever her motivations were) and she moved out of her apartment, was selling her car, saying that she loved me and missed us, was planning a family vacation for us in late July, etc.
I guess I let myself get drawn into her promise and become optimistic again. Or like my the late, great Sam Kinison says, "This is Love! Come on I wouldn't lie to you twenty times in a row!"
The funny thing is that it is the issue of her alleged affair from 10 years ago that caused her to flip out, and we are talking about the slashing-her-arms-with-a-broken-bottle sort of flip out. She is sick in the head. I can't fix that sort of sickness. I wish she would go get some professional help because she really does need it.
For the moment, I'm dealing with the sting of having received another body-blow. Serves me right for letting my guard down. Next time I won't get believe anything until she shows up at my front door... and then only maybe.
Me40 WAW37 M18 T20 S18,14 D13 EA Bomb 6/08 Sep 11/20/08 Ret 08/09 Sep/Filed 11/09