Just had dropoff. We spoke about the little guy for about 15 minutes. It was weird, it was like I was casually talking to my W about our days. OK, mostly her and little guy. It was mostly about preschool and her worries. I validated, and just said lets get the hearing test turned in and get therapy started and work from there. She said ok, thank you. I could tell a couple times she wanted to cry.
I also found out it's not her ear she's getting looked at, it's her plumbing. I recall that when she gave birth, there was a little tear that hurt for a while but went away. I guess it was just the pain that went away or something, but she's going in to have a piece cut off and sent to the lab Friday. Needless to say, I was surprised and told her I hope everything goes smoothly. She kept telling me she's fine, but I've known her long enough to know the word "fine" means something bad. Whether it's anger or sadness depends on context.
I saw a crushed Natural Light beer car underneath the passenger seat too.
Sigh. It was a short trip back to the family I used to have. It was the most comfortable I've felt around her in weeks, the most normal she's seemed and for a second I forgot we weren't just "going home." But, when I got home my son's birthday present arrived, after I walked the dog I answered her text about preschool and then followed up with "have a good night" to which she responded "you guys too."
It was a moment, and now it's over. I'm home, with my son. Enjoying our evening and having fun together. I just need to keep reminding myself: Approaching her anytime soon means she'll run. Hitting FF will just bring me down. Let her go on her journey while I stay on mine. Patience is key. The only way my son can possibly get his family back is keeping my focus on ME!
Me: 35 W: 32 S: 4 T: 6 M: 4 Physical Separation official: 5/21 Currently: DR/DBing, Focusing on me and son
Cheating on a good person is like throwing away a diamond and picking up a rock.