melissag XII - must. detach.

[melissag]

Oh jeez. When I was at the L's office, she repeatedly told me that my H clearly had an OW. I wasn't super convinced that there was a particular OW, but yes, acknowledge he is definitely looking for one.

Then I started thinking . . .

And yes, I went and looked at the messaging activity on H's phone (we share a cellular plan).

Hundreds. I mean hundreds, if not thousands of texts between him and this one same number. Starting in the wee hours on Christmas Eve, and continuing strong up through today. At all times of the day. Morning, afternoon, night, 2 a.,m. You name it.

So naturally I look up the phone number. It's a woman from his gym. (Shocker. Not.)
I knew her name sounded familiar but was trying to place which one it was . . . so I looked her up on FB. She is married.

Uggggghhhhhhhhh.

Look, I don't think it's mindreading or assuming to conclude that this is not a casual friendship. There are days when the texts are flying ALL DAY LONG. I have no idea what this woman's marital status is (other than it says she is M on FB) - maybe she is also S. I sure hope so, because otherwise that is so wildly inappropriate, and I am so grossed out. Eh, even if she is S, I am still grossed out.

Like I said to 3 earlier . . . sometimes snooping is helpful. You know honestly, this doesn't even hurt me that much. (It does, but it's not a punch in the gut like it would have been a month or two ago.) But it helps me to really and truly understand what's up with my H.

Melissa <= facing reality.