When I imagine myself getting the house in the lawsuit or due to X's sudden traumatic death...I picture:
total victory. You stupid SOB--you took my entire life, turned it upside down, practically killed me. But here I am standing on OUR porch--and it's mine. I won. I won this particular little battle. You won the battle of the heart. But I have a little piece of your heart hurting right here in my hand as I mow the lawn, rake the leaves, sign in new tenants. You thought you would get the whole enchilada. New girl, old house, new life.
Take the new girl and start a new life. Be a new man with her in a new place. Offer her what you offered me: creating a home together.
Give her the honor and the pleasure of watching and working with her man as he builds a new nest specifically for her. Don't just move her into a fully furnished house, like buying a new couch.
Create a new life with her. Go on, do it. Be the man you couldn't be with me.
And when I find a man that I want to build a life with, I will offer him the same gift: let's create something new together.
And put the house on the market or rent it out, or whatever.
New lives all the way around.
How does that sound?
Me: 44 Him: 42 Together: 23 years; never married Bomb: August 1, 2009 Affair since May 2009 Walk away; no conversation; no process
