Several years ago my W and I started going to Atlantic City for midweek getaways in the offseason. It was so nice to be able to escape from reality for 48 hours after a short 90-minute drive. We would hang by the pool, sip cocktails, go out to dinner, comedy club, catch up on sleep (and other bedroom activities).
On one visit we talked about bringing the kids, who both love to swim. We would spend all day at the pool, order room service, and maybe even take a walk on the boardwalk if the weather was agreeable.
Fast forward to our current situation. Our last trip to AC was about a month before the BD that set everything in motion. And this week marks the 1 year anniversary of our separation. Yesterday, my W took both kids to AC to do all the things we had always planned to do with them. But with one exception... I wasn't invited.
I know this is the inevitable reality of getting divorced. There will still be occasions when the four of us will be together, but the frequency continues to diminish.
I never wanted this for me or for my family. Obviously it hurts that I've been excluded from this particular activity. But what hurts more is watching our little tribe deteriorate before my eyes and not being able to do anything about it.
M46 W48 M11 T14 S11 D8 BD: 2016/05/27 In-home separation: 2016/11/23 Nesting: 2017/06/11 W moves out: 2018/01/07 W goes public with OM: 2018/07/12 I ask for a divorce: 2018/12/14
