Okay, so now another trip on the roller coaster that is my life. I pick up my S3 from daycare and take him home where my W will be picking both my boys up after she gets off work. When she picks up the kids, she asks if I want to go out to dinner with her and the kids. My first instinct was to say "no" because usually anytime my W is nice to me, something bad happens shortly afterwards. For example, the last time we had dinner together was the day she filed for D.
So I agree to go to dinner, but I drive separately. Of course my S12 is happy and excited because it's been a while since his mom and dad have done anything together. Dinner goes okay. I try not to stare at her and I try not to look too depressed or too happy. After dinner, I walk them out to her car, give the kids hugs and kisses, put S3 in his car seat and tell my boys that I love them. I shut the car door and my W is standing there and says "thank you for coming to dinner with us" and then gives me a hug, which I really wasn't expecting.
On my way home, my heart is going 1000 beats a second, I'm confused as all hell, and I'm sitting there trying to make sense of things all the while wondering what the hell is going to happen next--when is the other shoe gonna drop?
So much for getting out tonight as this ordeal has royally screwed me up.
Me36, W38 S12, S3 T20, M4 Bomb dropped 8/18/11 Moved out 8/18/11 Filed for D 10/20/11 OM Confirmed 11/5/11