Aver decides not to fight for the house (or loses in court).
X moves in with OW. OW...puts her toothbrush in my medicine cabinet. OW...puts her silky underthings in my closet. OW...puts her skinny a** in the Adirondack chairs that X built for US, on the porch that I helped build. (and I helped in the bathroom and the closet, too..the whole upstairs reno, even if X wants to downplay that part now) X and OW have wild sex in the bedroom under the skylight. Oh, just go ahead and fill in the wild sex everywhere...
Neighbors eventually have to accept OW as part of the neighborhood. Everyone becomes friends with her.
X and OW take lovely evening strolls around town, just as we used to do.
X and OW walk past whatever house I have moved into.
I see them....they see me...
I decide I need to pick up some food at the supermarket. I only have a basket cause I'm only shopping for one, right? Cat food...cans of soup....sad single person food. And there they are...cart overflowing with wine and cheese and ice cream...laughing...
I go to get a haircut in town. While I am in the chair--looking my worst they way you do when your hair is wet and combed flat waiting for the trim...she comes in for a tan/waxing session. Oh! chat chat with salon people! oh, yes, need tan/wax for our big trip! May 1st is the anniversary of the day we first f***ed, and we want to celebrate in a big way! Oh, I should make an appointment for June---we're getting married!
At which point Avermont picks up the scissors and stabs herself. Or maybe stabs OW first, then herself.
The worst case here, is really her moving in. I am up/down on whether I want to fight for the house. It all comes down to her moving in. Reaping the benefits of all my hard work and money and time.
How do I get past that??
I can get past seeing them together. It is inevitable, and I just want it to happen and get it over with.
Scene: Avermont walking up the street. X and OW approach from other direction. It's obvious they have just come from what was "our" bar. They're laughing, leaning on each other, smooching a bit. Avermont steels herself. Passes by. Looks them in the eyes. Says, "hi". And promptly steps in a pile of dog doo.
SCENE: Avermont at the "our" bar, on some dreadful date with some guy, who is bald, fat, and short. In walks X and OW. By this time, everyone in town has accepted that she is X's main gal, forever and forever, true love. As she is very loud, outgoing, boisterous, she greets everyone at the bar. Everyone is delighted to see her! As they brush past Avermont's table, OW slim hips hit the table; red wine spills all over Avermont. (well, luckily I don't actually drink red wine)
SCENE: Avermont goes out on early spring bike ride. Pedaling along, alone. Gets passed by X and OW on tandem bike. Lots of giggling and laughing and yahoo! about how fast they can go on a tandem as a couple.
X was always asking me to get a tandem--with that "too independent" part I was always "no way! I'm not following you ALL the time!"
Well, so far Talia, I'm about ready to go find a letter opener and stab myself.
