FIBs, thanks for chiming in. I am pretty sure that in my sitch there was no OM. I snooped and snooped and snooped up until Christmas and found nothing.
Now, she was having conceptual affairs. She was Googling and looking up the only other serious boyfriend she ever had after I left. I wasn't battling an actual OM, I was battling the romanticized thought of an OM.
I found no string of texts or calls to anyone other than girl friends or family. Nothing on her FB. She started looking at Match in December. She was searching, but there was nothing concrete.
No. She replaced me with red wine, romance novels and sex toys. D11 found them under the bed. W said they were back scratchers. It'll be hilarious when D11 figures out what they really are.
No. W just kept falling deeper and deeper into a black hole and blamed me for her problems. Now that I'm not there I'm still getting blamed for a lot, but at least she's branching out and blaming other things for her unhappiness.
Saturday night was enlightening. The friend I was out with spent two years with W on a professional dance team. She said she can't remember W ever having fun or really smiling. She just always kept to herself, back in the corners, afraid to get involved.
She said all of my friends were shocked we got married. They figured I'd be like all of W's other relationships, five or six weeks and then I'd get bored and move on.
It's going to be interesting how W's life turns out.
Me: 47, Ds 17-13, D final 6-11 http://tinyurl.com/yk4e2tz http://tiny.cc/thread2 http://tinyurl.com/ydtphqu http://tinyurl.com/thread4 http://tinyurl.com/3sm78k6 http://tinyurl.com/thread6
