Right at this time, three years ago today, I got a call from the anonymous informant at Dan's work--the one who told me a few weeks before that I needed to "find out who Dan was bowling with", the one who said, "I vowed to never let a wife be kept in the dark the way I was when my exH had an affair"...
It was a Friday, and as I stood in my kitchen in Kansas City with the cordless phone I heard her say, "Isn't your husband in St. Louis? Well SHE has been telling all the girls here that she was going there, too. She took the day off today. She is with him."
And that is when I called my sister back in Iowa, made arrangements to drive 2.5 hours to the central Iowa/Missouri border to drop off my kids with her. She was such a Godsend, taking them without hesitation back to Des Moines with her for the weekend.
I spent the evening driving another several hours to St. Louis, getting there around midnight...fielding calls and texts from Dan all the while and acting like nothing was wrong...fearing that if I confronted him and he was alone, he would be able to prove his accusations that I was just "crazy" and "paranoid" and nothing was going on...
Yep today was the day I felt like I drove for an eternity, wanting to get to the hotel and never wanting to get to the hotel. But I went and I saw and I survived.
Three years later sometimes it feels like a few months and some times it feels like a lifetime. I would do a lot of things differently but I can't so I don't dwell on that.
I always think of November 10 as bomb day since that is when I caught them at the hotel, that early morning, her still in the bed--and she never got out of it the two hours I stood there staring at them and talking to Dan. (why the hell did I waste two hours? Should have just turned on my heel and been gone. But too late for that...)
But really it was November 9 when I got the call that put it all in motion...
